War Of Survival

Chapter One, The "Good" Life

What's the one thing they always tell you? "Be grateful for everything you have", yeah, it's a cliche saying, I know. But still, I wish I would have taken note of it when I was younger. As a 16 year old now, recollecting back onto my childhood,

it was gold. As a kid, I was a rock, hard on the outside and could easily destroy you with one hit. My mum often described me as the black sheep of the family as I got way too used to the good life. I was a princess living in luxury, but that all changed one fateful evening. As we grew up, we started taking things for granted and never appreciated the worth of something so fragile. Life is fragile and we can't expect to live forever, we never know what can happen tomorrow, you never know, it might turn your life upside down. I learnt my lesson through my dad's accident and I'll get into that story in a moment but first, the past me was one of those kids who moved around all the time, as a kid, I was a snake, and very oblivious to the world, I only cared about myself and what was happening in my life.

My story begins the day we moved to that horrible stinky farm of Waotu, New Zealand. I've had very good judgement ever since I was very young, I always thought I could dream the future. The day we went for the job interview I had bad vibes from the start. The farm made me literally sick to the stomach and the voices in my head were already telling me that bad things were going to happen on this farm, I tried telling my dad but of course, no one listens to a kid. My dad ended up taking that job offer obviously and there was nothing I could do about it. We had to creep up five hours of non stop lengthy roads to get to the new house from my old house. The universe must've been mad we were moving too because the angry sky roared and the sky threw tiny sharp knives and blasted us with energy. While soaring up the earth's pimples, I bitterly lay my eyes out the window to focus on the lime forestry giants dancing in the wind, towering over our car as we dash down the course. The car came to a stop and I awoke in shock, feeling weak and tired, my energy was drained and I had to resist the earth's gravitational pull calling me to fall on the ground, wishing I could go and charge myself up again. After what felt like a lifetime of sweat sliding down my skin and muscles popping out as I lifted the boxes, It was finally time for dinner, chicken n' chips, yum! My stomach growled at me to feed it, I quickly slurpled the food down like a pig, and you could swear it felt like I've gone a lifetime without eating, just then, my eyes slowly turned to my mother who was glaring at me with her disgusted mask hovering over her face.

"Hey Taina, better pray tonight that the monsters don't eat you up in your sleep" I teased my little sister "Shut up, you're joking" she tried to reply all tough but I knew deep down she believed it, "well, you never know, this is an old house and all, there might have even been someone murdered in this very house!" as soon as those words slipped out of my mouth, I glanced at my sister's face to see her expression, all terror-stricken and it looked like she was trying hard to keep her tears from breaking out of the barriers. "MUM!" She ran off howling my mother's name and then I knew it, here we go again, mum was going to race through those doors and come to lecture me again for scaring Taina, "let's just get this over with", I sighed. Later that night, I crawled into my bed and dozed off to dreamland.

My parents forced my sister and I to start school a few days later, "I don't wanna go to that stupid school, mum!" I cried out loud, that school gave me the creeps, "stop your winging and let's go, you're going to be late Nicolene!" mum was not having it, her harsh words stabbed me in her annoyed tone. The drive to school was pure silence, I could hear my ears ring. The sun peeked happily through the clouds for the first time in what felt like years. The wind tickled me while tangling his hands through my hair and kissed me on the cheek. Here I am, feeling like an ant looking up to the giant world above me, I eye the school spotting the intense grey shades insulting me from the street. Rust grows on all corners of the buildings and students drag their feet looking depressed all around the school and ew, I think I just saw a cockroach flee into the roof. The principal's insulting attitude guided me to my class introducing me to Miss Lemon, No, her real name wasn't lemon, she was known as Miss B but I easily picked up on her sour as a lemon attitude, so Lemon just stuck, its my inside joke, while being so busy laughing in my head, I forgot that she was still waiting for me to shake her crusty old hands. She had pale vampire-like skin and big bulging eyes, her lips were pink and peeling skin was hanging on the corners of her rat faced mouth. I snapped around to say goodbye to my parents, only to discover they had already left, I felt so betrayed. Next thing I know, this round clown who goes by Miss B grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, locking the cold winters outside of the classroom, I felt like the whole world stopped and turned to look at me, my head was going to explode with the fact that everyone was glaring at me, watching my every move, "You can leave your bag there at the end of the classroom" her witchy vocals called out, her voice is so terrible and high pitched, I'm surprised the classroom windows didn't burst. She introduced me to everyone in the class and tried to get to know me better but I refused to speak to her.

Over the next few months, we went to school as normal and I did not fit into this school, everyone ignored me and pointed their judgemental facemasks at me and Miss B made me cry a few times in class because her words are just like knives, i even wrote a story of how great my old school was and how much I missed it, and she even read it. Then the nerve of this snake, she tried to compliment me, saying I had a nice voice. Anyways, for Taina, she fit in just fine and made a bunch of friends. My parents on the other hand, well, they hired a druggie and on July 17th, 2016, he tracked us down and stalked us, chasing us all around the farm and we had to have him arrested, so that was the first set of trauma I had in my childhood but that's on my parents poor character judgement.