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ssroom, my feet dragged me to the bulletin board where the poem of the day was published. At that huge board, my rounded eyes scanned each part
oyfulness of thinking of money I would receive as a form of r
anging on her lips and deep dimples, Vera, in a friendly voice, allowed me to get in. The warmth I didn't r
ame, "EL?" She ensured my pen name once I had
nod, I confirmed
know your real name?" She, in her doubtful eyes
spontaneous short name
ds sufficed to reveal how kind she was toward other people and despite bad treatment I receiv
e can give." Her palm shoved the thin white envelope on the table toward me. "I am wonderi
t of the editor team is demanding to me; I am afra
Excusing myself, I exited out of the editor's room with the envelop
time it was; I hurtled through the corridor to t
eone who was a few feet away. Reno, awkwardly, approached me with an old book he pinched i
ust forget it, then. You
it is
nothing we sho
ook, poem collections by Maya Angelou, which had moved to my palm now, it was the book I was eager to read. "You can have
t to you as soon
now. Besides, I have
ted in keeping it after all." Luna, after that short conversati
e befr
o far for my hand to touch it. However , this persistent boy would not easily give up to knock at my do
for me; a student finally accepted me in this school besides Vera and my heart fluttered in happiness at i
contradicted how I felt inside toward h
udden utterance of congratulating me
r w
the poem of the week." This nerdy boy, beyond my expectations, r
muttered my gratitude, and t
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hirty students in it with the air conditioning that cooled not only our body but
this was civic class, the subject I despised the most. The topic bored me; we studied about citizen right
and bled for the throne, not for their people; I abhorred their selfish act and imaging which
, hoping the teacher didn't find me showing disinterest with the lesson. It was not me the only on
3?" I lifted my chin to that abrupt question thrown at me; my
ussion didn't pique my interest; besides no o
nts who might volunteer to respond to her question. The smartest person in m
you." Her lips spread in
e class was over; that stunning teacher abandoned the classroom with th
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ome; this time, no sandwiches my hand could fish out of my pocket. Luck would
ide it. Reno refused to accept his book back when I aimed to return it to him in the library today; that boy, instead of
s came to a halt in front of the shed-like house. Minding my steps through the tarnish path toward my house, I
hy floor with my mother crouching in the corner my vision caught. With a devastated heart, I
palms under my chin; his strangle on my neck didn't spare me
d on my face. Then, he, as if being possessed, dragged my
ther's savage reputation, there was nothing they could do but watch my an
.," My mother's voi
come out my mother's mouth but someone I