Broken reality -2

I was friends with the monsters inside my head.

The games they play with my mind

Feeding on my confidence


Nervously i looked up and saw the entire class looking back at me. The attender told the teacher that I am a new student. Teacher told me to take a seat. He was tall young plump man with tiny sturdy eyes. My head hung low as I walked to my respected seat . The ackward look from the strangers looking straight at me as if I am some sort of animal stuck in there trap. Teacher introduced himself as this errie silence flooded the room. He finally told me to introduce myself. “My name is Chandrika Kumari, I studied in William Beamont High School.”I heard someone snniger at the back at the sound of my name. What can I do with a name like this. Its not like as if I named myself. Since I was a kid i got used to people bullying me and looking down on me.I have been a toy to bullies in my previous school. Those bloody bullies never left me even on my birthday they made sure I regreted the day I was born and made me walk home crying my eyes out. Not a sole dared to console me. I remember those days like yesterday that wearing a chocolate skin was a crime.

Why the hell did I move half way across the world to be stuck with strangers who are going to bully me anyway even though it wont be for skin colour. I got mentality sedated to there comments that it became a part of my regular day routine. There is a complete change to it now. What if these people are worse than them. These crazy thoughts filled my mind

Teacher welcomed me to the school and told me the rules. When the teacher went out. I could feel someone was poking me on the shoulder. I turned to see a wide smiling girl. I never knew than that this girl was going to be my best friend. She offered me Cadbury shots before even introducing herself. I was hesitant but her wide smiling face forced me to take it. She finally introduced herself as Vasavi. From that moment i knew that we would get along well.Even till this date when ever I see Cadbury shots it reminds me of Vasavi and her assuring smile and I will be smiling like a idiot with this thought to how our friendship began.

Author:

Hi there, I started this blog to express myself. I choose to call it the dessert flower. It's a odd name for a blog you may think. I think it best describes me and my life. You can find a rose anywhere but a desert flower blooms under the brutal sun,harsh dessert, without water and all alone. I think at the end of the day we are fighting for ourselves just like the dessert unsented jewel#dessert flower#