MASLOW HIGH SCHOOL

My breath was lodged somewhere in my throat as I struggled to breathe and release a whimper inside my blankets. But still, it wouldn't matter even if I made a sound or bleated like needy sheep; this was Maslow High School, and I was the most hated and popular new student. News of my arrival had spread like wildfire, and a certain cook told people he noticed my eyeballs were black like those of a reptilian lizard when I was picking my supper.

Being famous was a good thing if people liked you, and you were also beautiful with golden hair that tumbled on the waistline. On the contrary, I was far away from those. Maslow High School was a prestigious school that stood on a plateau, only the rich children came here, and my case was different. I was a charity case from the orphanage. All the clothes I wore once belonged to people who decided they didn't need them anymore and would rather dispose of them in my old home.

I was a sympathy and charity student here because of a scholarship everyone in the orphanage was jealous about.

The hallways of the dormitory were dark, and the urge to pee kept building up inside me. One wrong move and my bedsheets would be wet then everyone would find a brand-new excuse to hate me the next day. I let two beads of sweat drip down my cheeks before making one of the boldest and stupidest moves on the planet.

The dormitories of Maslow High school were arranged in a funny way. Ten big open cubicles faced each other, each with double-decker beds that stood high and two mattresses. The queens, as they called themselves, got to sleep on the upper bed while the weaklings and people who wet their beds slept on the lower bed.

My position is clear. I'm occupying the lowest bed in my cubicle, it's almost three AM, and my bladders are about to burst from the sudden urge to empty them.

Fear bubbled inside me as I descended my bed and slowly moved towards the washrooms. All the toilets were on the far end of the dormitory, the showers on one side and the lavatory on the other.

As soon as I was close to the washroom doors and could almost touch the handle, a white silken and long robe wrapped itself around me as the street lights that illuminated the hallway went off. Everything became completely dark as I struggled to breathe and throw the layers of cloth off me.

I opened my mouth to scream, but the words pulled themselves back into a deep abyss of silence with only rough muffled breaths coming out.

Dear God, I was dying, this was only my fourth day in Maslow High School, and I had already made up my mind to start off on some lonely island in the middle of the ocean, away from people and all the bitter bile the human beings carried around like poisonous vipers.

A whoosh of air left my lungs as I hit the wall with several feet stomping my hands and stomach.

When I managed to unwrap the layers of cloth from my face, the dormitory was in a mess as several students ran around screaming.

I got up slowly and followed the crowd running outside; everyone suddenly stopped running as they parted ways and left me in the middle, looking at me with scared sleepy eyes.

That is when it hit me. I was the cause of all this, the cause of destruction and chaos of Maslow High School.

"Someone covered me up with white silk clothes. I swear, I am not…" my words were cut shot as a rosary was thrown towards me. Next, I was stricken by a bible on the face with the expectation of me fighting back like an Indian snake that had been charmed.

What was happening?

A few bright torches were flashed towards our dormitory, and we all ran back in as everyone avoided me like the plague.

I still wanted to pee but couldn't get off my bed. The dormitory was singing praise and worship songs around me as they cast the devil (I) to go back to hell and get burnt in hell fire.

I pulled the covers up my head and let the deep darkness that looked like an abyss cover me as the voices around me became louder. All I wanted was to study, become a doctor, get good grades and get out of the orphanage; I didn't want to be called a devil in school.

"If you don't pee right now, I will by force," my bladder threatened me as I pressed my thighs together to prevent the warm liquid called urine from passing through. Unable to handle all the pressure around me and inside me, I stopped fighting and relaxed inside the blankets. Next, warm liquid seeped through my thighs and soaked the bedsheets as the voices around me rose like a flame following moth.

The time right before you blow your life up is the most exciting. The bed sheets are warm, the blankets reeking of the new smell that clothes carry with them and your clothes are dry, except for the choir around you.

I reaped off the high of emptying my bladders for a while before everything came crumbling down. My bed was wet, and I could smell my filth. The world around me had opened up, trying to swallow me, and right now, inside my bed, was one of the best places to be, especially with rosaries and catholic hail marys flying around, one would think they were caught up in a Christian storm.

"Welcome to your new school, here is the scholarship you prayed so hard for," my inner voice whispered as the words hit me hard like a tow truck. I was stuck in here. I was the devil in their story.

God, I hate Maslow High School.