My Ranting Place

Rebel

Theme: Lack of attention and care breaks even the softest and kindest souls
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"You are always disrupting the decorum of the class. Look at the other students! They are so well-mannered and they stay attentive in the class.", yelled Mr. Matthew in my science class once again as he threw a piece of chalk on my desk. "And what is with that stupid smile on your face? Is this all a joke to you? I will have to teach you a lesson today. I have had enough of this rebellious attitude of yours."

At these words of Mr. Matthew, the smile on my face turned into a grin which infuriated him even more. He ushered me out of the class and made me stand there as a punishment. I stood there in the hallway with a toothy grin and bouncy feet.

What he - no, wait.
What nobody understood was that this was my happy place.
Being yelled at made me happy.
Because at least in this way someone acknowledged my existence.
I felt alive.
Someone could actually look at me,  talk to me - more like yell at me but that's better than being an invisible ghost in the society.
Even if someone portrayed negative emotions towards me, it still meant that they were seeing me as a part of their small group - a classroom in this case.
Someone was giving attention to me.
This made me happy.

Nobody understood the reason behind my rebellions.
To others, I am just an insignificant rebel whose intention is to disrupt their daily tasks.
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Hajirah Writes