Diva And Czar (Under Revision)

“I am Diva Ribac, 15 years old. My mother’s name is Celyn Ribac and my father’s. . .” “Is that even important?” Czar cut me off harshly. “We all know you're just adopted.” “Stop it, Czar,” our teacher said sternly, but he just smirked. “Diva, please continue,” the teacher added. But I couldn’t speak. My voice trembled and tears threatened to fall. I didn’t want to cry in front of the class. That would be worse than Czar’s cruel words. Silently, I walked back to my seat in the farthest corner of the room. Why does Czar hate me so much? I never did anything wrong to him. I’m just a quiet girl who loves reading books. Maybe I’m a nerd, but not the kind with thick glasses and weird hair. Still, Czar made it his life’s mission to humiliate me every chance he gets. He is right, I'm adopted. My boilogical parents died and I don't even remember how, why, when, and where. I don't even remember their face. And I don't even know if they were really dead or just abandoned me to the parents I'm calling now. Today wasn’t even the first day of school. We were reintroducing ourselves because of a new transferee, Tzare Vitch. He had soft brown eyes and a shy smile that made my heart skip. It does feels like I know hom, but I don't know how. It feels like I met him, I'm with him, but in the forgotten past that I don't even know if exist. When lunch break came, I was quietly packing my things, still thinking where did I met him because I really have this feeling that I know him. When suddenly, Tzare approached me. “Hey, Diva. Want to eat lunch together?” he asked. I nodded, surprised, not expecting that someone would really want to be around me. We walked together to the cafeteria. Silent, looks like we are both measuring the atmosphere as we just met each other earlier. “So… who was that guy who interrupted you earlier?” he asked once we take our sit, breaking the silence between us. “His name is Czar. Stay away from him. He’s such a bully. He bullies everyone and not even afraid to teachers, or even to the principal.” “Has he always been like that?” “Yeah. It started when I accidentally bumped into him on the first day. I was getting late that time and didn't expect him to appear on the right corner as I run, so we bumped. And now he thinks I’m his personal punching bag and trash can for his bad words.” “What a jerk.” “Don’t say bad words, Tzare.” I blurted out, I'm not into bad words most especially in front of foods, it is like disrespect to the blessings from above. “Sorry,” he said quickly with pleading eyes and i just nodded with smile. As the time goes by, more talks herr and there, we shared our personal hobbies and goals, and the atmosphere is getting better, we're not that shy or awkward to communicate to each other already. When he suddenly asked “Can we be friends?” “There’s nothing wrong with that.”I replied. “So, that’s a yes?” “Yes,” I smiled. “Besides, I don’t really have friends because of that bully. They are afraid to be friends with me because that bully will bully them too.” As if summoned by his boss devil, Czar suddenly shouted from across the cafeteria. “Look! The adopted nerd and the ugly transferee are eating together!” “Jerk!” Tzare muttered. Czar marched over like he was about to throw a punch. So I stood up and cross my arms. “Did you come here just to cause trouble again?” I shouted, surprising even myself because I had the courage to talk back to him. Czar paused, then smirked. “Well, well, our little nerd finally speaks up. Don’t worry, Diva. I’ll make your life even worse." he said and looked at Tzarr like disgusted by him, "with this ugly friend of yours.” “You’re uglier than Tzare,” I snapped. I stormed out of the cafeteria and ran to the garden, my only safe place. The one big tree called golden shower stood mighty in the center of garden and it is like asking me to come near, rest in his roots. The pink small flowers from the grass whispered “smile,” the leaves swayed “hello,” and the branches asked if I was okay. The wind is humming and pulling me to sleep. The gentle breeze hugging me as i close my eyes. And the sun rays giving me comfort saying "everything will be okay, in the right time, in the right place, when everything will fall into right pieces." This is what I always want, a peace, away from crowd, away from noise, away from. . .Czar. Life will never be at peace with him. But just this time, I will stop thinking the problems, i will rest my mind, calm my nerves, and rest at peace here in the center of the garden, the golden shower tree. But peace never lasts long… ...especially when someone like Czar is always watching. From afar, not knowing what emotions he holds, what trick he's planning, a good or bad intentions. . . no one will know.