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?
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"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.
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Warning - DON'T READ IF YOU ARE UNDER DEPRESSION. MY KIND REQUEST.
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*(COMPLETED)
"The worst thing about being lied to is knowing you weren't worth the truth."
He bit his lip.
"I wanted to te-"
His eyes began to water and as a single tear fell he looked at me and said "but what if you've been lying for so long you don't know how to tell the truth?"
"I have and so will you."
He shook his head, shut his eyes, and leaned his forehead against the glass. "And here I was thinking you would admit that you don't tell the truth either."
I gripped the telephone as my knuckles turned white. "What do you mean?"
"Come on Zoey I've seen you sneaking around acting like you're busy. You're hiding something and you won't tell me."
All Zoey Campbell ever wanted to do was keep her head down and get through high school. Too bad it isn't that easy.
Zoey is tired of everything and everyone. She is tired of being pushed around and tired of watching in the shadows. She is tired of pretending to like that girl that doesn't even know her name. Tired of pretending that she is ok when she isn't.
She is constantly hoping for a better way out thinking she should just disappear. All she wants to do is scream but no matter how loud she screams no one can hear her.
Don't worry things just get worse. Everyone thinks she's a "sick" girl and just another suicide case waiting to happen. I mean what kind of girl sits by herself everyday right?
Zoey is running out of time and she thinks no one has tried to help her until her "special" speech in class. No one really cares about what she really thinks anyway. It just that feeling of pity. Everyone thinks she really is sick but she knows she's not. But what if she is? Maybe all it takes is that one thing to make her snap. As her life gets thrown into chaos and deep dark secrets she can't help but try to figure out the truth. Will she find a way to let her new friends save her or will she just end up as another suicide case?
*Disclaimer wrote this in 2017 when I was 14.