MY WORST FEARS (Completed)

CHAPTER 4

A/N. Hello friends. Thank you for taking your time to read my story. I hope you're having a nice time. Enjoy.

Laila' POV

" young lady, we don't have the whole day to sit around here waiting for you." he said the third time. I debated whether to stand up and do as instructed or just walk out of the classroom and never come back again. This would determine whether people would love to be my friends or not.

I was afraid, I felt my hands shake for a hundredth time that day wishing my sister was there to rescue me. She always chipped in for me whenever I was faced with difficulty but when I looked beside me, I didn't see her anywhere. All I saw was strange faces and I was afraid of being judged.

I heard someone laugh from behind, and I glaced to see the beanie guy staring at me. He winked and I gave him a horror look before I set my mind to do just what I had decided on.

When I stood up, everyone started laughing except for Vicky who held my hand as I took a step out of my sit. I wished I had sat behind or just missed my first class.

I had imagined how my first day in college would be. And that. That wasn't how I imagined my first day to be. There was no scene where I saw myself standing in font of the class. I looked up at the class and my heart skipped to my mouth. They all fell in Laughter and I wondered what was funny.

I opened my mouth to speak but my voice was held in my throat. My mind was blank and my hands were trembling and sweaty. I gazed at the beanie boy raising a paper on the air but couldn't clearly see what was written in it.

Maybe his stupid crap.

My lips wobbled and my legs weakened and what the beanie guy said next, made my heart sink into the stomach.

"Speak out Grandma. your weak legs are probably tired of standing. Do you need some help with a crutch? I know I don't have one, is there anyone who can help the poor old woman?",the whole class dissolved in laughter. My heart slammed loudly in my chest that it pained.

I couldn't stand anymore. It was too much on my first day. Just when I expected to take good news to my sisters, her disappointed face flashed in my mind as I ran outside not knowing where to go to. I just ran.

My heart pondered... And pondered... And pondered. My heart pained. My tired legs couldn't carry me no more.

I pushed through some of the students that stood on the hallway finding myself out of the classes to the school compound. Finally breathing fresh air. Like I've been realised from prison, where I had to pay for air to breath and I had no cash.

Everything looked so green, like the safaricom agents had just visited the school and forgot to carry their properties, from the paintings in the wall to the carpet of grass covering the ground.

Why was my life so deserted? I hated everything about me. I hated myself.

It pained to see perfect people around me. Beautiful girls. With nothing to be insecure about in their bodies. How could God be so cruel to me? Why?

I found an empty room where I huddled in a corner and cried my heart out. Something i was used to.

My daily bread.

That was why I never wanted to find myself in such a spot. It never worked out for me. I wasn't even given a chance to talk. They all hated me on my first day.