Chapter four: David, My Knight in Shining Armor
The next day at school, I wore a different dress, one that had been given to me by a charity organization. It was a pink flowery dress, adorned with some beads. I also wore a shoe I had borrowed from my sister. I cowered my head on my desk and prayed for Penelope to forget about me. I wasn’t sure that God even answered my prayers anymore but I had to try.Then, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Fear gripped my heart because I thought Penelope had come back to ridicule me. I hesitatantly raised my head up and my eyes immediately met with a pair of strikingly blue irises. They felt comforting.All of my fourteen years on earth, I don’t think I had ever seen a pair of eyes as beautiful as his were.“Hi. My name is David… it’s actually my first day at this school.” He ruffled his blond Goldilocks hair as he talked. He seemed a little nervous. But his nervousness only added to his charm. “I think I used to…” His words were flowing like an elegant ocean of wonder and I was so happy drowning in it. It was so unlike me to obsess about how a boy looked but this boy called David was different. I took the time to memorize his unique facial features and traits like a precious work of art.When I finally snapped back to reality, he was still talking to me. His words washed over me like a gentle wave. “There are so many hallways, balconies, classrooms and stairs. I just got lost in the midst of everything. Is this the history class?”Yes, it is because I want to learn the history of how a perfect face like yours was created. That’s what a crazy girl would have said and it would completely freak him out. But not me. I played it cool and merely replied, “yes, it is. Class will start in about five minutes.”He thanked me and sat on the empty chair next to me. He had a playful twinkle in his eyes. For the first time since the fire incident that had shattered my world, a genuine smile graced my lips. My heart fluttered a little bit. My joy was however short lived because Penelope Westwood walked in, making her ever so grand entrance.With a sense of dread knotting in the pit of my stomach, I watched as she strutted into the classroom. Her regal bearing and haughty demeanor casted a shadow over the room. Penelope's icy gaze bore into me like a laser. I saw her headed in my direction and prayed again that she would trip on her high heels and fall flat on her face. Alas! That did not happen.She looked at my flowery gown and let out a loud scoff. “Wow, I see you wore a different dress today," she sneered, her tone laced with contempt. "It doesn’t change the fact that you’re ugly. Why don’t you realize nobody likes you here?”Why don’t you shut the heck up and die, biatch?That is the reply I wish I gave to her. I have replayed this conversation a billion times over and over in my head. And every time, I wish I had said something along the lines of: “You’re the one nobody likes. Your fake designer bags and clothes are not fooling anyone. Instead of focusing on what I’m wearing, why don’t you look within and ask yourself why you’re such a terrible person.”Oh, how I wished I had told her to shut the heck up and disappear from existence, to hurl her own cruelty back in her face with all the venom I could muster.In that moment, I could not say anything. I was too scared of her. As much as I longed to silence her with a scathing retort, I bit my tongue. The words I wished to say were trapped behind a wall of self-restraint and fear. But on that day, something unexpected happened. Someone stood up for me. Someone was brave and bold for me. In all my many years being bullied, this was something that had never happened.“You have no right to hurl such derogatory, despicable and insensitive words to her. How would you feel if that was said to you? She’s a student here and she has the right to wear whatever she wants. And she looks beautiful too.” It was David, the new boy.I promise you I did not make his speech up. He said every one of those words and I still remember. The moment he called me beautiful, it seemed like my mental faculty turned off. I didn’t care anymore about what Penelope had said. I felt a billion butterflies flying in my belly and this warm fuzzy feeling in my chest. If I didn’t have a crush on him before, I definitely did after what he said.All of the students were astonished. Nobody ever talked back to Penelope Westwood. Her daddy practically owned the school. We were all just puppets unwillingly moving to the strings she was pulling. Who in their right minds would go against her, they wondered.Penelope ignored what David had said to her and changed the topic completely.“Who is this gorgeous boy?” She asked no one in particular as a smile played on her lips. Her voice dripped with honeyed charm as a smile played on her lips. Her eyes lingered on his handsome features with such unsettling intensity. "Are you a new student?" she continued, her eyes sparkling with interest. "I don't think I've seen you around before. With that handsome face, I'm sure I would remember you."So much for my crush on David… Her flirtatious tone like a dagger aimed at my fragile confidence. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. In no time, Penelope would have her claws deep in him. She was already looking at him like he was an expensive balenciaga luxury hand bag. She would wear him around her arms and show him off to everyone. It was clear that she saw him as nothing more than a prized possession, a shiny bauble to be flaunted and admired by those around her. There was no guy she couldn’t get. I mean… they all follow her around like lost puppies. If I let my crush on David grow any deeper, I was bound to get crushed —both figuratively and literally—under the weight of Penelope's ruthless ambition. That was what I thought. I believed I could never compete with the allure of someone like Penelope. But I had underestimated myself as you will soon find out. For the time being, I resolved to keep my distance, lest I become yet another casualty in Penelope's never-ending quest for power and control.Soon, Penelope went to the other side of the classroom where her designated chair was.With a saccharine sweetness that rang false and hollow, she called out to David in a voice that grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. “Come seat next to me. You should leave the losers corner.”Ughhhh!! Her voice was so annoying that it made my skin crawl.But to my surprise—and no doubt Penelope's as well—David's response was swift and unequivocal, his glare cutting through her facade of charm like a knife. "I will have to decline your very generous offer. I’m okay in this corner. Thank you.”Penelope's smile faltered for a fleeting moment, her mask of confidence slipping ever so slightly as she processed his rejection. But true to form, she quickly regained her composure, dismissing his refusal with a wave of her hand.“Alright then. Suit yourself,” she replied. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’re seated next to the nobodies of the class.”"And I'm perfectly content here," he declared. His confidence made him even more attractive."You're playing hard to get right now," she taunted. “But you’ll soon fall in love with me. There’s no need to avoid the inevitable.” Her tone was filled with smug certainty as she turned back to her friends in the “winner’s corner.”Chapter 5: my first love As the class settled into its normal routine of idle chatter and whispered conversations, I braced myself for the familiar solitude of this pre-lecture period. For as long as I can remember, I was usually on my own during that period because no one wanted to be seen talking with me. I was an invisible outsider in a sea of cliques and camaraderie. But to my surprise—and utter disbelief—David's gaze suddenly shifted in my direction, his eyes locking with mine in a way that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. I tried not to get lost in those ocean blue eyes. I needed to maintain the facade of indifference that had become my shield against the harsh realities of high school social dynamics. “That girl is just insufferable. Damn!” he muttered under his breath, his frustration palpable in the air.I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to interject or let the conversation unfold on its own."Maybe. But everyone likes her," I offered tentativel
Chapter 6: My first side hustle November 5, 2019.It was the Fifth of November, still in the year of 2019. I was seated next to my father’s hospital bed. It had been two agonizing weeks since he got burnt in the fire. And he was still unconscious. Despite the tireless efforts of the medical staff, he remained ensnared in the grips of a deep and unyielding coma. The doctors didn’t know if he would survive or not. In the beginning, the doctors had offered a glimmer of hope—a fifty-fifty chance, they had said. But as the days stretched into weeks, that hope dwindled like a flickering flame in the wind. Now, the odds were stacked against us, his possibility of waking reduced to a meager twenty percent.My mother was starting to lose hope. She had not slept in days because her jobs were so hectic. With three jobs to juggle and the added burden of caring for our family in the wake of the tragedy, sleep had become a luxury my mother could ill afford. The dark circles were very visible under
Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served coldIn this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.For too long, I had allowed Penelope to waltz in and out of my life like a hurricane, leaving destruction and devastation in her wake. But no more. If she insisted on incessantly knocking on my door, then she would have to deal with whatever lay on the other side when it swung open.And swing open it did, revealing a side of me that even I had never dared to explore.That day, as I was teaching Terra a topic in algebra, Penelope took a peek through the window and hastily entered the class
Penelope submitted the assignment on the teacher’s table with a sugary smile. “I worked really hard on them. I even stayed up all night, burning the midnight candles,” she said.Oh boy, this won’t end well, I thought to myself as I stifled my laughter. I had planted the bomb and installed a timer. Now, I would wait for it to go ba boom! The teacher she had submitted her books to was Mr. Tesfaye. He was the strictest and oldest in the entire school. Rumor even had it that he had been teaching during the time of the dinosaurs and cavemen. The Terra’s and Penelope’s of the world had nothing on him. He could not be taken in by her false compliments and deceitful remarks.As he flipped through the pages of her book, the white hair on his eyebrows furrowed. The entire class was watching closely. As the writer, I knew poor Mr Tesfaye would have such a wonderful and magnificent time figuring it out. Just in case you missed it, dear reader, I was being ironic!"What is this rubbish?" His voic
Chapter 9: The start of my meteoric rise.The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Penelope was nowhere to be found, heard or feared. For two whole weeks, I had peace of mind. Everyone did. Dare I say, we actually enjoyed being in school. We could walk up and down the hallways without being afraid. Ah, the sweet serenity of a world without her constant presence looming over us like a dark cloud. No longer were we subjected to her petty insults and cruel taunts. No longer did we cower in fear at the mere mention of her name. Her minions had scattered like mice because they no longer wanted to be associated with her. It was a sight to behold indeed, watching them scurry away in search of a new alpha to follow. My tutoring business was still booming so I had nothing to worry about. On a day she was supposed to still be suspended, Penelope suddenly showed up in front me. I would be lying if I said I didn’t see that coming. I knew she would confront and try to bring me down with
Chapter 10: Let's play a game, David.Penelope was banished to the losers’ corner by her former fans. They said she no longer deserved to seat there. These were the same people who had once worshipped Penelope as their queen, hanging on her every word and deed. And now, they were casting her aside without a second thought, relegating her to the role of outcast. Personally, I think the division into different corners is so messed up. Who decided who belonged where, and based on what criteria? It seemed absurd to me that such labels could carry so much weight in the minds of teenagers. They invited me to join them in the winners’ corner but I declined. I later realized that maybe I should have agreed because I found myself seated around Penelope. At least David was still by my side, I thought to myself.David and I had started dating. Boyfriend and girlfriend, as you might call it. I had grown really fond of him. As you might expect, teenage romance is as unpredictable as a squirrel on
Truth be told, embracing the sadness is easier said than done. People like me rarely get emotional but I have decided to be real with you in this story. Just for a second, I will let you in on what goes on inside the twisted mind of Jessica Raye. Some types of pain refuse to fade into oblivion. No money in the world can heal it. And I know because I have thrown stacks of cash and bars of gold at it, and it's still there, mocking me. Would it actually be easier to just build a Time Machine?Ever wished you could rewind time, like in those sci-fi movies? I do. I wish I could go back in time and get my family out of the house before the damn fire started. October 11, 2019—that’s the date I would punch in. Little me should have been bold enough to save my dad before he fainted and went into the coma.My mom and my big brother, Jason were sitting in the doctor’s office. My sister, Laura and I were not allowed in because apparently, they were discussing grown up business. But I have never
Chapter thirteen: Wounds and WarriorsDeath, as they say, is a part of the circle of life. Whoever is born will some day die, unless, of course, you're some sort of alien who snuck into earth or a creature of the night like a vampire. But alas, life isn't a Hollywood fantasy movie with mythical beings and eternal youth. In the real world, death is a reality that we must face, just as I did when my father passed away. Despite clinging to hope for his recovery, the harsh truth eventually settled in—he was gone.The world had moved on and nobody was waiting for my family to grief this great loss. Life pushed on, dragging us along with it, like debris caught in a swift current. Despite the heaviness in my heart, I knew I had to return to school. It was nearing the end of freshman year, and there were academic responsibilities waiting for me.I was by my locker when David, my ex rushed towards and offered to carry my backpack. I felt a bit of irritation. "My dad may have died, but my han