Lost

Chapter 6

The school was quiet one of the best places I think I ever visited, till then of course.

Over the years or maybe that’s how my soul was born, stubborn and courageous all at the same time.

It was certainly the perfect thing, imagination of what I wanted. But perfect things break. Because either it were only in your head or they weren’t meant to be.

Well I didn’t know what was coming next but I definitely knew that I was going to enjoy this place. I was taken to the school for the entrance exam and for the first time I felt I knew less than others because I couldn’t clear it with great marks, but I promised to make it a good start when I do.

At that age my parents didn’t care as much as they started doing later, till then I didn’t learn to lie nor hide things, but with growing up I learnt lying, started fighting for myself over every little things.

The rebellious version of me stands up now, because in the past I was a timid person who used to be super shy. At that time all that mattered to me was watching cartoon and buying different colors.

As I did mention about me being stubborn, one incident is that, when my eyes landed on a pack of colors, but my mom refused for and I wanted them no matter what, for those colors I cried, shouted and yelled. Whatever I could have done at that age and my dad being the loving father he is, took me to the shop.

Just for those colors at 11 in the night. He was too loving, still is.