Hidden by Advaita Puri
These were the thoughts going through my 11 year old self.
Flashing through my mind, I recall entering my school trying to seem cheerful, but all I was doing was tricking my mind into believing my imaginary world. As I raced to class along with the rest of the unbothered souls, I was relieved to see my teacher because I thought that she would be there to protect in case someone wasn’t nice to me. Right? As class began, I kept looking over my project that we had to submit that day. I put blood, sweat and tears mastering that project the night before, just so that the teacher and students would notice me for once. Finally, when the teacher called me up, I wiggled with excitement and attempted to see beyond the negative eyes gazing upon me. Expecting to hear encouraging words, I was surprised when she simply tore my project into pieces and asked me to throw it in the trash can before I leave. It felt as though a rock had been placed on my heart causing it to sink as I took each breath. That instance created such sadness that it flowed like a river. Cold and Interminable. But can I say that I was surprised? This is my life now. There’s just one difference.
Flashing through my mind, I recall entering my school trying to seem cheerful, but all I was doing was tricking my mind into believing my imaginary world. As I raced to class along with the rest of the unbothered souls, I was relieved to see my teacher because I thought that she would be there to protect in case someone wasn’t nice to me. Right? As class began, I kept looking over my project that we had to submit that day. I put blood, sweat and tears mastering that project the night before, just so that the teacher and students would notice me for once. Finally, when the teacher called me up, I wiggled with excitement and attempted to see beyond the negative eyes gazing upon me. Expecting to hear encouraging words, I was surprised when she simply tore my project into pieces and asked me to throw it in the trash can before I leave. It felt as though a rock had been placed on my heart causing it to sink as I took each breath. That instance created such sadness that it flowed like a river. Cold and Interminable. But can I say that I was surprised? This is my life now. There’s just one difference.
I’m not tolerating this anymore.
Since then, I decided to take charge of the steer of my ship.I finally told my parents about it and fortunately a job offer had approached my dad which would cause us to move. Was it a coincidence? I think not.
Several months later we moved and that’s when everything seemed to go back into place. It felt as though it was a new beginning. At my new school, everyone enjoyed my company and I finally regained some confidence that was sinking. A year later, I was appointed prefect of the 6th grade. My farthest aspirations had come true. But what’s amazing is that they chose me for my character and potential and didn’t judge me on my closed personality.
How? Well, I guess happy endings can exists when the journey is so rough.
How? Well, I guess happy endings can exists when the journey is so rough.
But now what I believe in matters. I believe that difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.
I like that your awesome moment is something that happened in the past. I also liked your wording.
ReplyDeleteI like the wording of your story and it is amazing to read.
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