Be My Only Karma {ON HOLD}

Chapter 1: A New Dawn

I have always been living in thick concrete – having no place to go when I want to cry and nobody to hear my voice – ever since I had been forced to enrol into this stupid private school for those smart-ass kids who’s parents could care less about them and more about bragging about their child’s achievements to their endless lists of two-faced friends and family. It is always a childish battle of ‘my son can beat your son in the end-of-term exam’ or ‘my daughter has the highest grade in the entire student body’. Most of the time the strict and upstanding adult’s behaviour stoops to a level far below that of a little child throwing a tantrum. For those kids who have such parents I truly pity them with everything I have. I am stuck in the very same position as any of the other kids in this private school so I know exactly what I am talking about. 

The only thing I do not understand about these other kids is why half of them would never consider even the slightest rebellion against their parent’s decisions. Teenagers should be able to choose their own school and their own path in life. But no, the adults have to decide everything for us! As if we do not have any common sense ourselves.

Just let me say this, half of those adults out there – telling us where to go and what to do – can not even think for themselves. It is as if they were programmed to follow rules that they themselves never made and try to beat the other adults by making their achievements rise higher from the ground as if their lives depended on it. Adults these days never seem to care about how we kids feel whilst being pushed and pulled about for their own convenience.

We are even taken to their little ‘get-togethers’ where all the women wear extravagant dresses, with pearl and diamond accessories, and the men wear monkey-suits, with a limited-edition Rolex watch clearly visible on their wrist, with the sleeve of their shirt slightly rolled back. Some of the men even dare to have a fake handlebar moustache – one can tell when they are fake when they try to ‘discretely’ stick it back on after having a drink – and the women try to cover up their acne with large slaps of make-up that makes them look like they escaped from the circus.

In fact most, if not all, of them belong in a circus. With a hall full of witchy cackles, bearded ladies, sticky fingers and even people who can balance on 10inch heels, a lot of people would think it was a circus, although these parties are not as interesting as a circus. The conversations start out by being chatty, usually about the weather, how Uncle Arthur is, what yacht they took out for a ride before arriving at the party and so on. But after that, they start to get competitive trying to show off how much money they have, how many husbands or wives they have had in the past month and, of course, their child’s achievements.

Well, unluckily for my parents, the things that I have achieved are not really things to brag about. Let me see, my list of achievements consist of beating up the gangs at school single-handedly, rejecting every guy that has asked me out, failing nearly every test I have had and threatening the teachers so much that they resigned in less than a week of being hired. To me these are my prized achievements but to my parents they are more like shovels digging my grave.

I guess after two years of my ‘shenanigans’, they gave up on me ever being a good girl and that was probably the reason why they dumped me in this god-forsaken place. My first impression of the private school was okay. That was until I was told that I had to live there on-campus. But it started to get worse. I found out that I am the only girl living in this side of the school making me utterly uncomfortable. What is worse is the fact that I have three male room-mates!

To be honest, the dorms seem to be well set out as you take a closer look; they are set out like separate living areas with lockable doors between each bedroom, so it is like dorms within a dorm. But the rooms are far too extravagant for my tastes.