Growing Through

Lauren Davis, a fair-skinned young orphan with a bright smile, lives in Des Moines – a city buzzing with thriving businesses, insurance companies, and political institutions. Her aunt, Louise Clark, a successful businesswoman with a heart of gold, had secured a cozy apartment for Lauren, providing her with a stable haven. Despite her aunt's financial stability, Lauren still had to apply for a job to make ends meet and cover her school fees. She found employment at a quaint convenience store run by a warm and loving granny, who spoiled her with homemade treats and stories of her childhood. The elderly woman grew fond of Lauren's compassionate and refined spirit, occasionally inviting her over for dinner or a relaxing afternoon. As an 11th-grade student at North Polk High School, a mid-tier institution, Lauren had always dreamed of attending Roosevelt High School. However, financial constraints made it impossible. The holidays flew by, and Lauren had to return to school the following day. Fortunately, she had managed to save enough money to tide her over, thanks to her part-time job and careful budgeting. *********** Lauren “Ouch!" I exclaimed, having hurt my toes on the study chair while getting out of bed. It was already 7 o'clock, and I had to hurry to avoid being late for class. Our language teacher, Miss Pearl, had reminded us repeatedly to follow the school rules, so we wouldn't get in trouble and could set a good example for the freshmen. The cold weather was just what I wanted. I brushed my teeth and took a quick bath. Then, I dressed rapidly and hastily grabbed breakfast. Finally, I informed my driver, Stephens, that I was ready, and we set off for school. I heard, “Laurie, Laurie" and recognized the familiar voice. I turned to confirm, and yes, it was Keziah, my closest friend in school. She hugged me, pretending to cry, but I knew her tricks. We both burst out laughing and then settled into our usual chat. We started by sharing how much we'd missed each other during the long-term vacation. “How's your aunt doing? Hope she didn't disturb you during the vacation?" Keziah asked with a grin. “My aunt is kind," I replied. “She's been supportive, renting an apartment for me and even hiring a driver." Keziah raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, she's doing well." I felt the need to defend my aunt, considering everything she's done for me. Even though I'm not her biological child, she's still been caring. Keziah chuckled. “No worries, I didn't mean to stir up any strong feelings. I was just wondering why she doesn't support you financially, given her means." I smiled. “I get where you're coming from, Keziah, but maybe my aunt has her reasons." Keziah nodded, seeming to understand my perspective. “ Just then, the bell rang, and they hurried to their classroom for the first lesson. " “ Less than two hours later, the bell sounded, announcing lunchtime. " “ I'm enjoying today's dish" Keziah complimented.“Finally, you have said something good about the meals being sold here" I jovially said. We continued with our meal. Suddenly, a commotion erupted from the outskirts of the hall, shattering the dull silence. We exchanged curious glances, and our feet seemed to move in unison, drawn to the source of the noise. As we approached, the murmurs grew louder, and our anticipation intensified. But when we finally arrived, a sense of unease settled over us. Everyone seemed to be minding their own business, their eyes cast downward in a mixture of fear and resignation. It was then that we saw him - Axel, the notorious thug who roamed the school halls, leaving a trail of intimidation in his wake. His gaze was icy, his rugged demeanor a dare to anyone who dared cross his path. And now, he was bullying our yearmate, his fists clenched and his voice raised in a menacing snarl. Axel is a 9th-grade student just like us, yet he seems to operate in a world of his own, where fear and violence reign supreme. Keziah and I, along with some colleagues, remained frozen in place, watching the scene unfold. Suddenly, a handsome young man around our age appeared out of nowhere, boldly defending the guy Axel was bullying. Who dares to stop Axel? The question echoed in my mind. Yet, to our astonishment, this guy defeated the thug we thought was invincible. Murmurs erupted from the crowd behind us, whispering that the guy was a newcomer.