"The wind blows, swaying leaves of yellow and gold
It lifts the crumbled remains of the past
Soaring up into the air, faces and voices
Bringing with it, brutal acts and old ghosts
It turns the pages of a book backwards
Changing the forgotten past to the present"
Ayani
I always dreaded the hallways. Anything could happen in those narrow spaces. Monsters lurk in the shadows, waiting to trip me on their long feet. Or trying to scare me with their booming voices.
Today not one but both of those things happened.
I was on my way to my first class when I saw Laisha or as I like to call her 'queen bee', near the class room.
As usual, she found happiness in humiliating me in front of the other students.
After they went inside, I was left with torn jeans and bruised hands. The classroom was just a few feet away. But I couldn't find it in myself to stand up and enter.
Raising from my knees I propped myself against the wall.
I was tired of trying to be strong.
I was tired of picking myself after others trampled on my pride.
The bell rang, shrill and noisy. I knew even if I entered I'd be marked as late. The teachers will not bother with me. They pitied me. I hated when they looked at me with sympathy but they never cared enough. No one cared enough.
Instead of going to the classroom as any other day, I turned around and made my way back to the main office area. Students who skipped classes or the ones who had free period always seemed to occupy every space in the open courtyard in front of the school. Which was exactly why I didn't go there.
There was no elevator to the library. Just flights of dusty, vacant stairs. My gaze was focused on the top of my sneakers as I climbed stair after stair.
I was in no hurry to the box of dusty volumes.
It was a given that I didn't skip classes. I needed to pass unlike the remaining ninety nine point nine percent of the students who had a family to support them. Normally, I might feel bad but today it was too much, too early. I wasn't that worried because even if I did skip, I'd still have three classes to to be marked as s truant.
As I entered I was greeted by the sight of the librarian. Returning her smile I tucked myself in the seat by the window.
Ms.Shaira knew me well enough to not question my presence there when I should have been at class. She was one of the few people who was genuinely good to me. Although she can't change my life, the sincereness of her smile always made me feel a little better.
A/N.
Hello readers. I've finally updated the first chapter of 'Insecure'.
This character is going to be different from 'Mishkiyya'. While she is outgoing 'Ayani' is going to be weak and fragile.
I'm really excited to write about her journey to a better future.
Hopefully, this book will help you all to grow out your weaknesses.
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