Prologue
"Lailah? Lailah?" My mum calls up to me.
"We need to speak to you!" my dad shouts.
I begrudgingly tear myself away from my marble balcony, and make my way down the marble stairway, where my parents are solemnly waiting for me.
Once again, glares are exchanged before I cave in, and sit down on the plush red leather couch.
"Lailah," my mum begins, "this...this behaviour issue has gotten out of hand."
"And that is why," my dad fills in, "we are sending you to Sais Boarding School."
I couldn't think, I couldn't speak. I just sat there, sinking deeper and deeper into unwillingness.
But my brain clicked. And I realised what they had just said.
My anger built up and up, like a contained fire.
"I hate you, I HATE you!" I screamed myself senseless at my parents, as the fire was let free.
I sat there with anger, before common sense kicked in. Then I transformed to begging.
"Please, please, don't make me go. I promise I will improve!"
But I knew it would do no good. They had tried everything. Counsellors, doctors, even phycologists to try and figure out what was going on inside the 'nut'. But nothing had helped. I guess this was my last chance to make something out of my life.
"I'm so sorry baby, so sorry, but it's for the best."
My mum hugged me once, and then they made their leave, and left me crying and powerless on the floor, my mascara leaving leafy vines on my face.
