It just felt right because It was unnecessary drama.

it just a word.(10)

I don't really know what love is or what is to be loved or love someone or something...

Is it a sense of superiority or is it a sense of comfort...

I lack the interest to love or to be loved either feeling love...

I might have a written few poems on love but I still hate love...

For me, love is a nightmare that I itch to forget...

Is it right to say I hate love but yet I ache to dwell on the love...

How do I write a love story or a love poem if I can't feel that feeling myself...

I feel I don't know but I know that nightmare feeling...

My heart is cold...

I have been told my grammar and verbal vocabulary are a shame but I never care because it just words I use...

I use my words to manipulate...

If you think I feel my words...

Angels, you are wrong because I manipulate...

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I had all eyes on me as if I was an unidentifiable creature that looked like a human being. It was the Elective Science period. The girls were doing Home Science as the boys did Mechanical Related stuff, I wish I knew what it was but I didn't. Hence different subjects were in different classes. The female was in the studio kitchen as the boys were in the studio workshop downstairs.

I identify as female at birth as it is I am in Home Science. It is an elective and of course, I could choose the mechanically related class but turns out sadly, this school operate with the required statistics.

There were more than enough Indians and boys in that class. They needed more Indian girls in Home Science Class.

The majority of the students in this school were Muslim. Indians were at the percentage of 1%.

Indians kids were divided into 3 classes for Junior High School. They were in the 2nd class, 4th class and 8th class. I was placed in the 4th class which was the second class for Indians.

The school had greens on every corner. The school itself was located in a remote town near a forest. I seriously am questioning my mother's mental state in choosing this school.

She transferred me out of a scholar school to put me in this crappy school which turns out to also be a scholar school with issues.

I spend the first day at school with all eyes on me. So I am guessing they haven't seen an Indian with African and English lineage or they just stare at people. Where ever I go to school, j had eyes on me.

I have brown skin with a red undertone and short thick curly dark burgundy blackish hair. Under the sunlight, my hair appears to be burgundy. My mother has fair skin while my biological father has dark brown skin. I take my skin colour from both of them, inheriting brown skin with a red undertone which makes me fairer than my father but darker than my mother. I am 5'0" feet.

My hand and legs were hairy. When I was a just newborn infant, my mother called me a gorilla as I was covered with blood, bits of the placenta and thick black hair. According to her, I was an ugly infant. I never really took my looks as a keen interest of mine. I just maintain personal hygiene. I like having hair on my hands and legs.

The first day was spent alone however the second day, literally out of the air, a random fair skin girl loops her arm around my left hand.

I was startled. She took a big puff of air and spoke. I just stood there taking in her appearance. A few inches taller than me. Her hair black was and wavy and its length was till her back. Her iris were black. She was 5'2" while Miranda was 5'4". Miranda was taller than her. Miranda was a brunette. I miss Miranda.

'Hi, I am Bethany, let's be friends. You look adorable having a boyish appearance. Let's go to the library.'

She practically dragged me off from the cafeteria to the library. At the library, I met 2 Indian kids. Tiara and Alia.

Turns out Bethany is catholic. Tiara is Telugu and Alia is Singh.

Bethany is an extrovert. Being an extrovert meant being a social butterfly while I am an antisocial introvert.

Somehow in my 2nd week at the school. I became a subject of interest for all the Indians in the school. Including perverted seniors.

I mean is knowing the word sex wrong?
It is just a word that has a meaning.
Sex is just general knowledge.
Everybody is born nude.
What is the chaos with the word?
It is just a word.