Life has never been easy for anyone. Some people help others but they don’t have anybody to help them, some people pretend to be happy, some people just don’t pretend at all. Some people put their anger on everyone. And some, some are just so good at hiding, when you look at them, you don’t know that they are sad deep inside, and that’s the case for me.

My aunt thinks I don’t have anything to worry about, what’s so interesting about a 15 year old girl? Nothing, right? Yes, but no, I do have things to worry about, come on, everybody does.

Today is my first day at this new school, I’m really nervous what if I’m in a class full of white brats? Or nonchalant dread heads? Or some over-religious classmates? Or literally nerds?

You would say I’m overthinking but honestly no, I just wanna be careful and watch out for myself.

“Jaya! Time isn’t waiting for you, hurry up now!” My aunt shouts from the kitchen.

“Chill aunt, I’m almost ready” I yell back.

My aunt keeps pressurizing me, she just doesn’t know how to take care of kids, and if I just talk back she’ll call that ‘une crise d’adolescence’ which is pure bullshit.

“Jaya!” My aunt calls again and this time, with an irritated tone.

I take my bag and head to the kitchen. My aunt is standing, hands crossed as if she was waiting for me to get into the kitchen

“Miss universe are you ready now?” She says sarcastically

“Sorry aunt, I was just-“ she cuts me off

“Shuush now take this and get into the car” she gives me a lunch box and drags me towards the car.

I sit on the passenger’s seat and she gets into the driver’s seat.

She stares at me without saying anything

“What?” I ask dumbfounded

“Your security belt”

“Oh come on aunt!!, this is childish”

“Your belt” she insists

“Okay okay” i say as I put on my belt.

I remain quiet during the car ride, my aunt glares at me without saying anything then back to the road. When we reach she glares at me again.

“Be a nice girl, can you do that for taty?” She says in a childish voice

“I’m 15! Not 5 oh God stop treating me like a toddler” I yell at her

She stays quiet then nods without adding anything.

“Sorry” I apologize feeling bad after yelling at her “I didn’t want to do th-“ she cuts me off again.

“Go now jaya, I’ll pick you up at 2Pm, have a nice day and call me if anything goes wrong” she says like a recitation.

I get out of the car and she drives away, as fast as a bullet.

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I walk towards the hallway and start searching for my class, suddenly a girl, obviously a nerd, bumps into me literally spilling her I assume ‘vegi-tab-balls’ juice on my 67$ crop top.

“I’m- I’m so sorry” she says almost getting on her knees

“Be careful next time, look at what you did”

“I’ll be careful next time, if- if you want..I- I can clean it in the school laundry room”

“And what will I wear? Your grandmother’s loose dress?” I say, my voice full of sarcasm

“I- I have a shirt you can borrow for today..”

I sigh annoyed and agree to what she proposed.

She takes me to the school laundry and gives me her white shirt which is- beautiful??

It suits me well, I thank her and let her clean my green crop top.

I stand there awkwardly, I don’t know what to say, I was rude to her while she was so angelic.

“What’s your name?” I ask

“Rhabi, what’s yours?”

“Jaya...”

“Oh what a nice name”

“Thanks..you too...rhabi”

She nods and continue staring at the washing machine.

“Hm...sorry for being rude to you, I don’t know what happened to me, I just got irritated for no reason”

“It’s stress” she says casually

“Stress?”

“Yes, some people have different ways to react to stress, some get irritated, like you, some keep their cool, some get nausea, well, yes”

“Oh”

She smiles innocently “and it’s fine, It’s nice to know you apologized”

That girl is an angel, I’ve been rude to her for no reason. I think I’m the kind of person who put their anger on others, right?

“When is the bell ringing?” I ask her

“Hm in-“ the bell cuts her off

“I think- I have to go to class” she says shyly

“Oh okay- I’m which class are you?”

“10C”

“Oh me too!”

“Let’s go then?” She asks hesitantly

“How about my crop top?”

“I’ll get it back” she reassures me.

We come running to class. I take a seat near the window and rhabi is on the first bench..A students behavior I guess.

The professor comes in angrily and sits down

“Open your books on page 35” he says angrily

When the professor starts talking I feel genuinely bored, my eye lids get heavy and I try hard to stay awake because if I sleep I know I’ll get into trouble.

I remember my old school. I miss my old friends, they were so nice to me..now I’m in a whole different school with different faces, different system, dif-

“Can you answer my question?” The professor stands still in front of me giving me an interrogating look.

“I’m- I’m sorry I didn’t hear you” I say quietly

“Detention” he says nonchalantly as he sits back on his chair.

Suddenly the unexpected happened, rhabi stood up to protest.

“You can not put her to detention for not hearing your damn question!” Rhabi says almost like a yell.

“Sit back down miss razak” the professor says

“Come make me sit! That’s not fair, you’re st-“

The professor cuts her off.

“Is it this little brat who made you change? Rhabi razak I know you since long ago and I’m telling your parents about your frequentation”

Rhabi freezes at the mention of her parents

“My- my parents?” She stutters

“Yes your parents and you’re in detention too” he adds

“No...I’m sorry professor” rhabi begs

The whole class start laughing at rhabi for acting all tough but suddenly begging when she heard about her parents

Rhabi turns red and runs out of the class.

I immediately stand up to follow her behind, I look around the hallway trying to find her but she is nowhere to be seen. I go to the bathroom and hear light cries.

That’s when I knew it was her in that cabin.

“Rhabi- I’m so sorry I put you into this...I wish I just focused in class instead of daydreaming” I tell her from the other side of the door.

She doesn’t say anything, I only hear sniffs which makes me feel guiltier.

I sit on the floor waiting patiently for her to come out.

After some minutes she comes out, her eyes red and puffy from all the crying and she sits next to me holding my hand

“I’m so sorry rhabi” I say apologically

“No- no it’s not your fault I’m okay” she gives me a weak smile

“I’m here if you need to talk”

She suddenly hugs me and I hug her back wrapping my hands around her and giving her a tight embrace

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(Hello guys!! it’s the author, I’m a really shy person but I made an effort to share it with y’all, I love writing..I write all the time so I told myself it’s not a bad idea to share it with the world , if there is something wrong or something you don’t like/understand in this story you can still dm me and dw my French ppl je vous ferai une histoire aussi 💋tysm)