She Who Lived: Queen ( By G Brinda )

Chapter 2

Adeline.

That was her name, whom I was supposed to look for when I turn 18 but there still is 6 months for me to turn 18. How come this letter turn up now?

There is only one way. I am stalked or my so called family knows about the envelope. Looks like I will be having a serious conversation with them for the first time.

"Aisha."

"Huh." I turned to see Rosie waving her hand in front of my eyes. She looked concerned or worried.

"Aisha, I know you have had a difficult life but that doesn't mean you dwell in the past on those thoughts. You shouldn't zone out like that. It scares me."

I smiled sadly and just nodded my head at her. I put the envelope back in its place and took out my books out of the locker. My first class was Cipuran History while Rosie's was Trignomatics. Honestly I suck at Trignomatics but Rosie loves it. She is a typical woman of brains and everyone loves to bully her about that. She once told me that she hangs out with me because most girls hate my guts and hence avoid me but she needed a companion and hence is with me. I walk with Rosie to her Trignomatics class. I can see a lot of students catching up with their friends and work. Among them is my nemesis and the school's not so sweet cheerleader, Catalina Korbes. From the first day I joined the school, she hated me. I don't know for what reasons she behaved like the way she did, but she made sure to make my life a living hell. She made me feel like an ugly lobster with her perfect sculpted face and body. Of course I would look like one due to the fights I got in and the bruises they left on my face. But I never really looked at her twice. I knew it would be a waste of time. Unfortunately I got her evil eye.

"Aisha."

I hated my name on her lips. She made it feel like forcefully living rather than just breathing to keep the heart alive. Everyone turned their head towards me. She wanted to make me feel self conscious about my appearance and clothes. Bad attempt, I never really cared about them.

"Aisha. Aisha. Aisha. How does it feel, having no friends to welcome you to your abode. This school should be an abode for you right, knowing the nights you spend in the town cells."

I ignored her. All she ever did was put salt on the wound that never healed. Her cronies snickered behind her. I laughed internally looking at them. All of them looked like barbies made of plastic and fake.

Catalina's right hand barbie, Pilar said, "Come on, Cati, we are wasting our time behind this weirdo. We have to go to the washroom too, unlike her who come without looking her face in the mirror."

The remaining two cronies, Idalia and Stevie, snorted at this comment. I never really found their jokes funny just internally cringed at their thin and high pitched voices. They irritated me to my core. Catalina then suddenly decided that her taunts were enough for today and hence walked away swaying her hips with her cronies on her heels. I felt like laughing like there is no tomorrow. Everyone knew the reason why she went away suddenly like that. The reason was Kashmir Miracle and his two friends, Silas Wolf and Kasper Paladino. Everyone thought that they were the most hottest in the town because they especially Kashmir got into illegal fights in the boxing ring on the town stadium. They even got into trouble with the authorities for that, but no one said a thing, after all Kashmir's father was the Mayor of the town. So he slipped away most of the times with a few fines on his head.

Kashmir Miracle.

Kayden Miracle.

Oh my God. Kashmir's father. I have to go and see him today after the school to ask him about the envelope and the letter.

Suddenly I was pushed towards the locker. Kashmir. He nudged me slowly and went away smirking. He has been doing that for the past few months. I glared at him. In return, he tried to intimidate me by glaring at me back. The corners of my mouth twisted amused at his failed attempts. Silas and Kasper looked back and forth between us. Everyone in the hallway did.

I walked towards him and slowly wishpered in his ear, "By the way Kashmir, next time never aim for the place where it hurts everyone on somebody who doesn't have that."

With that I left him and everyone towards my class, with Rosie on the tow. I turned back to see his face twist suddenly into realization that the same man to whom he had been losing continuously actually turned out to be me. He just looked at me mouth agape. I gestured him to close it by zipping my mouth.

"What did you tell him so that his mouth had fallen open?"

I amusingly told Rosie, "Nothing except to keep his jewels safe. There are a lot of thieves put there."

Rosie shaked her head not understanding anything. All of a sudden, the atmosphere changed to a gloomy one. The school roof disappeared and the open sky was visible. The sky wasn't blue in color but in dark blue. Clouds gathered around making the atmosphere dark.All I could see around me was brown colored sand and blood here and there, and the sky about to strike lightning. It looked like it was about to rain and a storm was coming. I then saw a man running towards me and my father, who had fallen at my feet, with a gun in his hand. I felt the urge to protect him. I owed that to him for the life he left for me. I was surrounded on all sides. I couldn't do anything despite knowing everything. I had become paralyzed. Fear was at the back of my mind. I felt as if someone was behind me and was trying to fire a bullet at me, but didn't as he was reloading the pistol. So before he could do anything I turned back swiftly and got hold of his neck. All the anger of my father's death in front of my eyes came back rushing now. I tried to strangle him, but I was being held back by the man who came with the gun earlier. I struggled hard to get out of his grip.

Someone whispered into my ears. It was the same melody she used to hum.

Easy. Easy my little tiger. Breathe.

I calmed down. And after that I saw black dots clouding my vision. I couldn't see anything anymore. My body gave up with the fatigue and my eyes closed automatically.