Her 9 to 19

Her 9 to 19

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Adina, a 9-year-old, is a bubbly girl who enjoys her life, love having fun, loves to play and make friends. Her dreams are so high. She wanted to touch the sky. Before she can even take the first step, she was pushed down. She was crushed. A flower was crushed, brutally. Her dreams crashed. Her life got shattered. Adina has lost somewhere. She is not Adina anymore. Just a natural evening, a simple job, and 15 minutes walk broke Adina, made her no more a little bubbly girl. What is it that broke Adina? What happened that evening? Will she be able to gather her shattered life? * "Adina," I heard my mother scream from the Kitchen. I closed my books as I was half-way done with my homework and made my way to the Kitchen. My today's class was fabulous. I've learned a new lesson. I've learned the 18th table in maths class as well. After all, studying in the third class, the 18th table was difficult. Three more subject's homework is left to do. I can complete it after I'm done with my mother's work. "Yeah, Mom?" I looked up at my mom as she looked down at me. She was cutting the onions, probably to prepare snacks. "Dear, go and bring eggs, by a nearby shop. Your brother has gone to the playground. Go and come fast," I heard my mother order me. I nodded at her as she handed over the money to me. I'm just a 9-year-old girl yet I help my mother whenever it was needed. Washing the clothes and utensils, cleaning the house, and bringing the necessities whenever my brother will be absent, which happens most often. After all, this is how a middle-class family works. I took the money from her and went outside in my black frock. I'm a bubbly girl who loves to play, make friends, and dream high. Owing to the facts, I went all the way with a smile on my face to a nearby shop, not knowing that I may return with no-more bubbly-girl tag. 💝 Winner-Writer's Award 2020 Warning - DON'T READ IF YOU ARE UNDER DEPRESSION. MY KIND REQUEST. Reviewed by JuhiMehta268 Reviewed by firexquee
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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