Leila
Diary EntryNovember 2, 2011
The final exams were looming, and life as I knew it was slipping away. We had already handed down the cheerleading team to a new crop of students, and the endless parties had slowed to a crawl. Occasionally, we still celebrated, but our wild nights were replaced with more subdued gatherings where we would casually throw questions at one another, trying to keep up appearances while the weight of our futures bore down on us.
All too soon, it was time for my final examination. I should have been relieved, but instead, I was consumed with nervousness. My entire future seemed to hinge on this moment. If I couldn’t convince my parents to let me choose my own path for college, it would mean saying goodbye to my friends and everything I had built. The thought of losing Nancy and Diana, the only constants in my life, filled me with dread.
Surprisingly, I did well on my exams, despite the intense stress I had been under. Nancy and Diana also excelled, which was a relief, considering our chaotic lifestyles. For a moment, I thought maybe things would be okay, that we would all move forward together. But then, my dad dropped a bombshell that shattered any hope I had clung to.
True to his word, my dad had arranged for me to go to college. But instead of the freedom I had envisioned, he shipped me off to an unheard-of Christian university in Australia. It was a remote, all girls college that felt more like a prison than an educational institution. We were forbidden to eat meat or fish only vegetables were allowed. We were prohibited from leaving the campus, and the final blow: no phones were authorized. It was as if my dad had scoured the earth to find the most torturous place to send me, and he had succeeded , I hated my school honestly, I Saw them as a bunch of hypocrites that tried to bend people to their will.
I was disgusted that my life was placed in the hands of such people, that controlled my dressing and threatened me with punishment, even God gave us our freedom, why would a human feel that we should be bent to his will for what he felt was just. They were fake, a fraud, I wondered how parents couldn't see that it was pathetic really because they claimed sainthood but they things that went on in that organization would make even the devil weep, but to be honest , I didn't try poking my head, I had more than enough problems on my own to interfere in another persons problem. I counted down each semester eager for the moment the nightmare would end, did I mention I haven't gone home for three and half years but anyway it was for the best l, to me this was a kind of facility of some sort. For that period of time I kept my company tiny that is my diary and I which I endeavour to lock always, i didn't want some of my snoopy roommates digging through my stuff , In-between the diary the picture of my pregnancy scan lay in-between the pages, somehow in the depths of my soul i had this feeling that i would meet my baby again.
The isolation was unbearable. The loss of my friends and social life hit me harder than I could have imagined. While I was with Nancy and Diana, I had taken our friendship for granted, not realizing how much I depended on them until they were gone. Now, all I had were memories of our shared laughter, our secrets, and our dreams. Without them, I felt like a part of me had been ripped away, leaving a hollow emptiness that I didn’t know how to fill.
I tried everything to reach out to them, to maintain some semblance of the connection we once had. But every attempt to contact Nancy and Diana proved futile. It was as if they had vanished from the face of the earth, leaving me completely alone. Eventually, I gave up, telling myself that they had moved on without me, that they were probably finding it easier than I was. After all, I had always needed them more than they needed me. Nancy and Diana were closer to each other than they ever were to me, and I had always felt like the third wheel in our trio. But even that had been better than nothing. Now, I had nothing.
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