Sunday, 27 September 2015

Writing For Fun 14

Many children start their lives in ‘rough situations’. Some have neglectful parents who don’t assist with any part of their lives. In contrast, others are practically smothered by parental involvement, unable to find their own identity. Children live in all kinds of conditions and are sometimes ‘set up for failure’ from the very start. But some children are able, despite their initial circumstances, to achieve great things in life. Some part of them drives them to succeed and, because of this, they learn the value of hard work and gain a stronger personal character and a higher level of maturity in the process.

Jenni was a girl who lived in a village, built at one of the rural places in the country, with a reasonable amount of distance from the city. The city has been considered a “sacred” place, where no one from their village has ever been to. From young, Jenni had a dream. A dream no one in her village has ever accomplished it. And that dream was, to be able to undergo proper education in the city. When she told her mother about her dream, her mother simply dismissed her with a wave of her hand and told her to stop dreaming. Her father too, was pretty sceptical about her dream and took it as a joke. This was when the seed of dreams was planted in her heart as she was determined to prove herself in front of her parents.

Due to the lack of funding, there was only one building in the middle of the village, which the children called “school”, but, it was nothing more than a dilapidated building with a chalkboard in front of each of the 6 rooms in the building.

One day during lessons, the teacher went on to talk about dreams. So far, when asked about their dreams, Jenni’s classmates would simply mention very simple things, such as having a lollipop, but Jenni’s dream wasn’t that simple.

There were quite a few challenges that Jenni faced, such as the fact that she did not have enough time that could be used at her disposal to chase her dream. As her mother had to go about selling things and her father, busy farming and taking care of the cattle, the tiresome burden of taking care of her younger sister and doing the household chores now fell upon the shoulders of Jenni. At times she really felt like she wanted to give up, but thinking about the attitudes shown by her parents and friends, she said, “No way. I have to do this.” Marking out the day of the country-wide examination, she said to herself, “This is the time I’ve been waiting for.” The country-wide examination was a platform to evaluate the abilities of students around the country, and the best of the best will be able to enrol into any high school they choose to go to, under the government’s approval.

Jenni had her eyes on the examination, and in order to do well in it, she had been studying day and night for it. Making use of the limited resources she was exposed to, she thought creatively and created a study table for herself, together with a chair, where she sat at during her free time, and together with some textbooks she had managed to borrow through her father, who had friends in the city, she studied. She studied really hard, that even when she was sleeping, she would still be thinking through the knowledge she acquired. She was really determined.

The day finally came, and Jenni was finally able to fight for a place in schools in the city. Since this was a rather important examination, a teacher was sent from the city to invigilate the process of the exam, and to ensure that there was no cheating, which was not likely to happen. Handing up her answer script after two hours, Jenni returned to her home, anxious for the results.

A few days later, Jenni received a prestigious letter from the government, stating her enrolment into one of the schools available in the city. Staring at the letter, Jenni had finally tasted success. Success through her hard work.







 *Paragraph one doesn't belong to me. I used it as a story starter. Get the original story here*

Saturday, 8 August 2015

Writing Challenge Two

Looking at the pictures we took together, I felt a wave of sadness hit me straight on the face.

I will never get the chance anymore, will I?

Still blaming myself for not treasuring those chances which I had, I made up my mind. My parents were gone, and now her, the only sun in my life, was gone too. Who would I share my troubles with? My joy with? My sadness with? There is really nothing to live for... Anymore...

Picking up a knife and getting ready, I made a final flashback of the accident...

Oh, she looked so perfect standing there, in the middle of PE, with the gentle morning breeze blowing onto her hair. Suddenly, a ball hit me in the head. “Hey! Why didn’t you receive the ball?” Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked up and was greeted with an angry face. Apologising quickly, I made my way to the corner of the court to continue looking at her. From then on, I knew.

Being classmates, I got to know her very easily, as our class council frequently organises class bonding activities. Noticing her standing by the side all alone, I decided to take this chance and talk with her. I even gave up on the game of soccer just to engage in a conversation with her...

Soon enough, we became friends, and then best friends, as I was the only person who accepted her for who she was, not discriminating against her for being different and having interests in things which her classmates deem as “weird”. For that, she was really thankful.

I have helped her to solve quite a few of her problems, mostly bullying cases, as there are some people who really dislike her. Spreading rumours... Framing her... Anything that you could think of, they did it. Most of them were solved in the end, but there was this problem which I was oblivious to. She has kept this secret from me, and suffered by herself, after seeing how much pain I went through, standing up for her and ruining my relationship with my friends in the class. She knew that it would get worse, so she kept quiet...

One day after school, we walked home together, still laughing and all, but I didn’t know that it was the last time I would get to do so... I did not notice her secretly putting a farewell letter into my side pocket. Before we parted ways at the junction, she embraced me with a warm hug, but I did not notice the tears shimmering in her eyes. I have never felt a hug before... She was the only person who gave it to me. I would have hugged her back, but I did not know the meaning behind the hug.

When I got home, I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of my pocket. Feeling curious, I tore the envelope open. There was a sea of words, but one specific sentence caught my eye.

“It may be my last time seeing you, and being in your company.”

Suddenly, I realised something amiss. Dialling the number of her house, I waited anxiously for an answer, but there was none...

The next day came, and the news arrived that my best friend, my pillar of hope and support for these past few years without my parents, had died. DIED. I broke down on the spot, trying to clear my mind about this. Once I reached home, I dashed up the steps and took out the letter, scrutinising it carefully. She has always been a victim of cyberbully... But she didn’t tell me... Because she loved me.

I have always loved her.

I have yet to tell her about my first encounter with her, and those times which we had. I bit down on my tongue, but I want to scream out, that I love her, but I did not. I was scared. But now, even the chance is gone... It’s all my fault...

The loud click of the knife jolted me back into the real world. Still stuck in that state of mind, I looked around, expecting to see her beside me. There was nothing. Mustering all my courage, I picked up the knife again...