Afari continued: “There were times that other kids teased me, calling me names. I was just quiet. And here comes one of my savior. My dad and mom came and heard what the kids called me. What a good timing! He hit their heads. In my mind, "Wow! Thanks dad." But sometimes, I hated my father. He always watched me when he visited school. There were times he saw me trying to talk to other people. He confronted me about that. I just didn't speak. He didn't know that nobody wanted me. Nobody liked to talk to me. It seemed like I was a “nobody”. I tried to talk to people because I just wanted to have a connection…but I always failed.”
I thought I knew Warden. Each of us really have dark sides, huh? Oh no! We somehow forgot to continue cleaning and just listened to Afari’s story. We continued cleaning. It rained. Another oh no! I didn’t bring an umbrella. After cleaning, we waited for the rain to stop. Racine was drawing again on one of the armchairs. I told him mentally in a loud voice to stop vandalism. (I have a big, loud, noisy inner voice.) He was drawing stems using coloring pens. I wasn’t sure if those were stems because he colored them green. (Green stems? Do they exist? I though stems were supposed to be brown.)
The plagiarist (Afari) sat down beside him and tried to do the same thing on a yellow paper. Dee was arranging her stationery. They looked nice. I also saw her heart stickers which reminded me of my Ex-Top One (Winston). I went outside and felt the environment filled with rain. (I was happy on that day because I knew more about Afari and Warden.) It was still flooding, but it was OK because the rain cleansed the earth from its impurities. I went into the classroom and checked Racine’s vandalism. His ringtone was heard. It was Berry.
Oh no! Why did she send a message?
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
What do you think of this story? You can click vote and/or leave a comment. Thank you for your reading time, support, and/or appreciation.
YOU ARE READING
Outdoor Love
Non-FictionEsme Roscoe here! Are there strategies in high school that will bring a person out of his/her struggle? Well, I don't know well. But here's what happened in my...outdoor...my...
