Noble Strings

After the everlasting years of being a victim of the offensive, abusive, intimidating and insulting behaviour of her schools mates, Nala comes to the confounding realization that she is under the abusing power of clique bullying.

She is still processing the disturbing situation when she find America's President's personal e-mail scribbled on the tarnished discolor-ness of blue on the door of the dirty excuse of a cubic toilet. If she is being honest, she didn't think much before snapping a picture of the door to save the e-mail for more investigations as to why the president's e-mail would be in such a public place, later. If she was being more honest, she felt intoxicated with toxic thoughts and inconsequential theories that her feeble mind could not bear as she dropped passing out soundlessly on the dirty tiles of the toilet.

Maybe after she wakes up, she will think that the President is too busy to return her emails, but the only zonal thought that occurs to her in her numb state is a crippled one; the President should take more care of his people.

So she starts writing to The President of the United State.