Her Last Night

Moana couldn't help but sigh to herself before taking her first step in the terrific place she did never imaged herself in. Being raised by excellent teachers, both mother and father, , Moana grew to be an examplary person to the students she teaches. Never would she do things out of her profession, things out of her range or things she did found nonsense or disgusting. Her dressing sense, mannerism and elegance had changed many teens lifes. She was someone any person would like to compare.." can't you be like her? that's the right way to be"- people say to their children. Moana herself felt complete, she knew she lacked nothing until last week. She had been invigilating the students doing their finals when unexpected, the usual painful headache hit her. But that time it was harsh, landing her into unconsciousness. She had always had cancer. Which she never took effort to know about. Those daily headaches seemed usual to her, never in her mind did she think they were life signs. The doctor had told her some crucial science projects that would save her but Moana would rather die in peace than let herself be a science rat for scientists. She wasn't the first person to have cancer, the first example would be her mother who had been taken to attend many chemotherapy sessions but she still died in the end. Why bother herself as well? Moana looked up, half her face covered by the mask her friend had given her to hide her identity. She took the other step, fully entering the dim loud club, It was her first time in a CLUB. The place was dimly lit with many people around. She wondered how she will find the perfect man she wants. The club wasn't her idea, it was her friend's. A fellow teacher younger than Moana. " Men like women in corners, when you enter, secure a dark corner. That will act as a safe place as well as the perfect place." Lisa, Moana's friend had said. Moana's eyes studied the corners before she walked towards one which was empty. Her legs in motion suddenly halted when she felt her butt being spanked. Those were the immoral acts she did looked down upon, yet Lisa had already said it was called " checking out" " I repeat Moana don't be harsh on men if you want to loose that virgin p***y of yours " - Lisa had shouted when Moana's ears were still in reach. Did she really have to bear all that?