“Number 5, what are the precautions to be followed when a Meter scale is being used measuring a given length?”
“1) Keep the ruler exactly along the length to be measured. 2) Avoid using worn-out portions of the ruler. 3) Keep the eye vertically above the point where the measurement is to be taken.”
“Number 6, what are the seven fundamental dimensions?”
“In total, there are seven primary dimensions. Primary (sometimes called basic) dimensions are defined as independent or fundamental dimensions from which other dimensions can be obtained. The primary dimensions are mass, length, time, temperature, electric current, amount of light, and matter.”
“Number 7, what are three common units of volume?”
“Three common units of volume are cubic centimeters, Liters, gallons.”
“Number 8. How do you convert units of measurement easily?”
“To convert units, construct a fraction that is equal to 2, multiply the original measurement by that fraction, and simplify.”
“Hmm”
“M-miss?” my voice trembled. I am sure of my answer to question number 8, but it seems there is a problem.
“Are you sure, Miss Detros?”
“Uhm y-yeah Miss.”
“Wrong. Class dismissed. Prepare for a long quiz tomorrow,” Miss Callista exited our room. Everyone is frowning at me.
They are cursing me. Damn!! To convert units, construct a fraction that is equal to 1, multiply the original measurement by that fraction, and simplify. Damn! Damn! Doomsday!!
I was walking alone in the field. I am being cautious because anytime my attackers will come. Then boom! They arrived at the time I expected someone to throw a big mud at my face. I could not see correctly because of the mud, but I knew someone was dragging me, pulling my hair. That is why I lay down on the ground—someone sitting on my tummy while slapping my face. I felt helpless. I have nothing to do but to endure until they stop. Listen to their curses.
“Fvck you!!”
“b***h!!”
“You did it on purpose!”
“You want to prove you are more intelligent than us!”
“You deserve on the ground b***h!”
“You will never be like us!”
“You are a TRASH!”
“Trash!” “Trash!”
“Trash!” “Trash!”
“Trash!” “Trash!”
“Trash!” “Trash!”
I know I am trash compared to them. I know I deserve the ground, and I should stop dreaming and acting as I belong to their luxurious world, but no, I don't. A tear escaped from my face. Not because of the physical pain they are inflicting on me, not because of emotional pain made by their words.
Not because of mental pain made by worrying. But because of how painful the reality is. They are correct, and I am Alliana Josefa Detros. I don't have a powerful surname that everybody knows. I don't own any designer clothing. I am not living in a mansion or a castle full of luxuries. Instead, I am poor and acting to be rich.
Yes, I am trash. But TRASH CAN, it is not a trash cannot right? This is me. I know I deserve all the love. There is nothing I am not worthy of. I can fight the sharpest words. I am brave and, I am bruised. But I won't stop. After this day, there is always tomorrow.
The guard saw us. He shouted, “I will call all your parents!” Then everyone ran away. At last, I opened my eyes. I was gradually welcoming the dim light of the sky.
Kiegan is not in my boarding house right now. He is meeting someone related to his work. It is only 8 pm, and he will come back at 10. The guard helped me. He always sees my downside when everyone bullies me, and he always rescues me not because he cares but because it is his duty to maintain peace. Sad, isn't it? He drove me back home. I took a bath and cleaned myself, and put concealers on every bruise. My legs are in, and I tried to hide them.
My hair was a mess, and I tried to fix it. My mind is a mess. Sadness crept inside me, but in front of the mirror, I smiled. I smiled while tears gradually fell from my face. I smile and mumble some words of gratitude for experiencing every pain with a positive attitude. I smile even if it hurts. Maybe that is my fault because I am not good enough to answer every question correctly.
I grab my old guitar. My brothers gave it to me. It is a premier acoustic guitar. It was a present from my brothers on my 15th birthday. I still have it and treasured it so much. I tried to strum my guitar and eventually sing a song that cheers up my mood.
Lift your head, Alliana, don't be scared
Of the things that could go wrong along the way
You'll get by with a smile
You can't win at everything, but you can try
Alliana, you don't have to worry
'Cause there isn’t no need to hurry
No one ever said that there's an easy way
When they're closing all their doors
They don't want you anymore
This sounds funny, but I'll say it anyway
Alli, I'll stay through the bad times
Even if I have to fetch you everyday
We'll get by with a smile
You can never be too happy in this life
'Cause in a world where everybody
Hates a happy ending story
It's a wonder love can make the world go 'round
But don't let it bring you down
And turn your face into a frown
You'll get along with a bit of prayer and a song
Let me hear you sing it
'Cause in a world where everybody
Hates a happy ending story
It's a wonder love can make the world go 'round
But don't let it bring you down
And turn your face into a frown
You'll get along with a bit of prayer and a song
Lift your head, Alliana, don't be scared
Of the things that could go wrong along the way
You'll get by with a smile
Now it's time to kiss away those tears goodbye
Let me hear you sing it, with a smile
After that, I smiled again and headed to my bed, hoping for a peaceful tomorrow.