Eighteen

“A short story based on a real life event of a regular teenage girl,who went through a rebellious phase. However, this message is highly centralised on the outcome if it is not comply.”

It was afternoon,when all the pupils settled down to their seats and the lecturer began the introduction of the topic. All reticence and silence in a room,not even a single babel of learners forth for distraction.Clock strikes at two,youngsters broke the aura by blaring while on their way to leave the lecture hall,and scattered to their inevitable groups of friends.All of them were busy in their activities. A “pariah”,for some individuals, hastily exited the classroom and straight to ladies room without any concern of her surroundings.

Her pariah did became noticeable to her closet people,that included her friends and family.However,it was their perspective of whom she was attached to; as her mother went selfless for the chubby offspring,while her fellows became a part time consultant to make her see positivity. However, her regiment was unarticulated as she was rarely seen socialising. At the time of class,all youths were focused on the words of their teacher,but her? It’s not vivid. She found herself eyed over a slender man as a pine tree discussing a subject at the front of underage protégés.Everyday bell rang at two in the afternoon,all students left for their gatherings,but the outcast remain seated with full of hopes. Seems like her alignment list was merely him,who was remarkably taciturn and ill-tempered to her,but her fondness never overcome.

Mary’s regiment was one dimensional; she would do anything for him.Anything. Despite the fact she ended up as an undertaking student,but unconsciously opposing her humble exterior. She chose to encounter her supportive peer,mainly her mother and friends who were her backbone.Gradually,she lost them all and grew disgusted by her dearest guardian.Covert as ever,but for how long?

For her it was a state of guilt and scornful outcome,as her mother got to know all about her actions.For mother,it was a massive disappointment yet seeking for possibilities to groom her better as she was the fits of passion,and the eldest offspring. Mary grew hateful of her only companion,deep down she was willing to maul her,but it made her harm herself.She became suicidal that led her to medical expertise.She dropped schooling at sophomore, blaming that man for ruining her existence. Mary became morbid; waking up with deep cuts on her left forearm and on the right there were needle marks and bandages.

“From vibrant Mary who was adventurous, permanently shifted to murky interest and dressings” said her hardworking mother. I repeat “her regiment was always unclear”,but the depth is not unknown as from bottom of their hearts the instincts of her friends and family unanimously agreed to her “selfish” personality as a whole.