Adiya Amir

three

*MENTION OF ABUSE*

             The breeze was whooshing lightly; the leaves protected me from the October-heating sun. Here I was, under the tree beside the laboratory room. It was my favourite place in the school after the "welcome party". I'd never set my feet in the canteen again, which was a month ago.

I'd not be seeing Mr I-love-you lately in school. The latest gossip stated that he had travelled to hook up. I was safe because none of the students attacked me except verbally abused me, which I was grateful for.

This school was about how wealthy and connected your parents were; the class was divided into three sets.

The higher, the middle and the lower class.

The higher class mainly consisted of the Royals, the sole founder of this school, like Zaid and his squad.

The middle class were those whose parents were wealthy.

While the lower class were students on scholarships or discounts but me, I was the weakest of all: the tramp or leftover.

I opened my lunch box to devour my breakfast peacefully when I felt a shadow hovering over me, blocking my sight. I looked up and saw the devil himself (Zaid). I was shocked because it was said he was coming back today.

Then what is he doing here, I thought.

Have I forgotten that Zaid was the next in his father's company? Then imagine a wealthy heir loving a pauper. Unheard.

Hilarious.

His hair was messy, and it didn't affect his handsomeness, "Adiya, please just accept me. I swear I will take good care of you," he crouched on his knees while his voice wavered a little. 

I sighed mentally, preparing for the worst while I shook my head, "my answer is still the same," I responded timidly.

"You rejected me again!" He stood up abruptly as he, yanked my flask from me and threw it on the floor.

Good, I would starve today, I cried internally. I knew my face would show my distress and pain as my stomach grumbled.

"Look at what you are eating, garbage!" he said with disgust, eyeing my food with repulsion, "if you've accepted me, I will make sure you live the rest of your life as a princess," he spatted at me while I flinched from the volume of his voice.

Did he swallow a speaker? I wondered.

"I'll make you regret it," he promised again and left me with an empty stomach.

No food today for me. Today again, I cried out.

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"Please, I'm searching for my necklace, I bought it last week for my birthday, and it was the latest edition," the slay queen of our school, Becky said with tears brimming in her eyes.

I shook my head "too bad, the rich also steals," I couldn't believe it, but I was unsettled but didn't know why.

The captain of our class said we should assemble all our backpacks outside.

I stood in the corner as the class rep searched our backpacks one after the other. When it was my turn, I was the only student remaining on the ground. He yanked my bag from me, which made me fall. He opened it and turned it upside down, putting all my books scattered on the floor.

Everywhere was silent; if a pin were to drop, it would resonate. He raised his head and gave me a disgusting glare which made me gulp.

What happened? I'm not the one who steals it, I wondered.

"You fifthly pauper girl!" he shouted. I was surprised, and I looked around me, was he talking to me?

"What are you looking at? You stole her necklace because your wench parents couldn't provide it for you," he said, pointing an accusing finger at me.

I shook my head vigorously. "I didn't do anything," I stated. Maybe they are mistaken. I didn't steal anything! 

"Was it your parents that sent you because they are too poor to feed you?" he asked mockingly while the students laughed at me.

I felt my knees get weekend, and I fell on my knees, with tears pouring out from my eyes and ducts. I was humiliated.

I didn't know anything about it!

I was innocent.

I wanted to say, but all I could do was cry.

I raised my head to look at my classmates, maybe I could see someone defend me, but all I could see was hatred, disgust and rejection... I didn't belong here. 

My eyes wandered off to Zaid, who stood five feet away with his arm folded on his chest, he had that evil smirk on, and he mouthed, "I told you, you will regret it." 

It was set up. 

It was his doing! 

"Adiya, the kleptomania!" 

Thief! 

All low beings are always the same! 

Stealing and lying! 

Look at her fake tears! 

"She is a thief, and it is clearly written on her face. What are we going to do with her?" a random girl with a face painted with heavy makeup said from the back.

Becky came to me with her crew and slapped me hard on my cheek, which made me taste a metallic substance. "I thought you would be different, but all you lower trash would always be garbage. You are a disgrace to this school. You must be expelled!" she yelled, "and be imprisoned." 

Yes, she should be expelled. 

She's unfit for our school! 

I don't understand why they give someone like her a scholarship. 

Should we write a petition for her to be removed? 

"I don't know anything. I swear I'm not the one," I shook my head with tears brimming out my eyes while they didn't believe me.

They didn't believe me. 

I didn't steal it. 

I'm innocent! 

I was still shaking with emotions when I felt that I had been lifted from the ground. I kneeled. 

I was shocked. Why are they carrying me? I thought as I began to squirm from their hold before I was thrown inside the garbage disposal.

"That's where you belong," the students said while dumping litres on me. 

Kleptomania! 

That's where you belong! 

Scram! 

We don't want a thief in our midst. 

Leave! 

Go back to where you came from! 

Thief! 

The students' choruses ran in my head like a mantra. 

Should we close the garbage disposal? 

Yes, why not! Let her suffocate and die! 

Two students came forward and ducked her head inside forcefully before they covered the lid. I banged my fist on the steel lid, trying to open but it was impossible because I'd heard the clicking sound of the padlock from outside.

Tears streamed down my eyes, my body trembling tremendously as the disgusting smell whiffed through my nose, making me choke on a cough. 

I tried to hold my breath a little, but it was hard as my breathing came out in short pants, my hands getting numbed.

But before my sense could give out, I heard an angry voice of someone and someone carrying me out, and I gave into consciousness. 

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