Two Natures

Chapter 3

" Photosynthesis is the process by which plants uses sunlight, water and carbon dioxide to create oxygen- "

I zoned out, I don't know if the definition was completed or incomplete. I was too busy staring out the window looking at sky.

Beautiful day- just a few clouds and the sun is at its highest peak.

"The girl at the back of the class, answer the question"

What. She can't be talking to me, this science teacher who's name I don't remember.

I turned to look at this lady who wore a weird looking wig, Ms Wigan, that's her name, quite the irony since last week she was in a different wig. I wonder if all she wears are wigs, but it's only been two weeks so that means only four class sessions.

She was looking straight at me. A terrible feeling found its way down the pit of my stomach since I didn't know the question and I wasn't paying any attention at all.

"Let me repeat, in your own words what is Photosynthesis." Ms Wigan said to me while skipping through a text book of hers like she's waiting patiently for me to answer.

"It is the process where plants take sunlight and water to create oxygen?" I asked her with my soft voice while standing up since sitting and answering a teacher is not appropriate at the moment.

"Are you asking or telling me?" She asked back with a raised eyebrow.

"Telling, Miss." I said firmly to her, moreover my voice was shaker than it seems.

" Well if this was exam, you probably would get half marks and that's if, I'm in a good mood, what I'm saying is that your answer is very much incomplete, pay attention in class, young miss." She turned away a little too swiftly to my liking to write something on the white board. She's kinda scary, I guess I'll pay attention next time.

At least, she wasn't as scary as my grandma, behind the whole staring through a window thing she can be a real pain in the ass. I don't know why I'm comparing my grandma and this teacher.

Maybe I'm a coward, or maybe I've had the experience of strict or dominant females. My grandma and my mom is very strict. Things have to go their way or they don't want anything to do with it. When you state your opinion they shout at you because it's not their opinion.

My grandma is an emotional abuser, she probably doesn't realize it since she's so old but it happens. Maybe it's a byproduct of being abused her self or maybe it's because she has done some tough shit in her youth that caused her to become like that. I hate being yelled at and it happens very often and so bad it I cry sometimes.

My cousin gets them too but she's stronger, my guess she found her anchor and I need to find mine. Maybe I need to fight back, but is it wrong to fight a seventy year old?.

At least it isn't nothing physical, then there would be a real problem.

"Hello, I am Diamond Oswalt, it's Anna-kay right, nice to meet you,"

I was snapped out of my negative reverie since this was the first time someone with very short natural hair and a broad grin came up to me and introduce her self.

I was baffled, this girl I noticed talked to everyone whether to make fun of them or genuinely speak with them, but me, who stubbornly sit at the back of the class and just observe, no socializing, what was the point?

"Yeah," Of course that is all I said, as I said before I lack the ability of keeping conversations flowing.

"Kool, wanna go to lunch with me?"She asked, once more I was baffled, she have tons of other friends, why ask me?