Chapter 3

Myra went back to sleep after having finished finalising her plans to wreak havoc on this world. The next day she got up and decided to get dressed as all her wounds where relatively healed and she wanted to get the lay of the land, so she got up and prepared for the day. Once she had gotten ready and she had gotten registered. She went in the direction of her first class of the day. The building was like a hospital the walls where a very pale blue and the different sections of the campus was painted with a different colour. It was not very appealing, and the floor was covered from wall to wall in this dark blue carpet that was made from a very tough and durable material. While staring out the window Myra was suddenly reminded of her past and how she became the way she did. Or more accurately what was to be the foundations for who she was to become in the future. She remembered when she was younger, and she was alone because she was different, she was not evil enough or cruel and judgemental enough or she was not cynical enough. The only people who wanted to be friends with her where the imaginary friends she made up in her head or the people she created from her well-developed imagination while reading books. This didn't help her make "friends" nor did it help her either. She was always trying to be the best trying to be smarter than her peers better "behaved" by being a teacher's pet. It was funny because she wanted to be a teacher's pet for people who thought that she was a freak and sent her to do all the jobs they did not want to do. When things went wrong she would always try and fix it but instead of helping she was tossed aside and thrown under the bus and blamed for everything and if things went wrong with a teacher that she had bribed usually that teacher would take her side but later.. when there was no one around to help her they would bully her, tease her, hurt her, call her names that should not be coming out of there very young mouths. Words like, fat, ugly, weird, teacher's pet and so on. It wasn't pretty these devils that had the faces of young little girls were vicious and cruel. They isolated her, made fun of her. They spread rumours about her, and they thought she was ignorant and stupid, but she heard the rumours, the little "accidents" that happened to her and she cried and screamed. What had she done to these people to deserve such cruelty? Kiana laughed those were the times she thought. She had never understood back then why they bullied her but now she knew why. If I where them I would bully myself, she thought to herself. She yawned and turned her head to the side no longer even bothering to pay attention to anything that the teacher in front was saying. Back then no matter that she grew up in a building that seemed larger than life and was pristine and orderly than anyone could have ever imagined hid the darkest of secrets. This is a place where any person can get away with torturing beings and they would get away with it. A place where if you are just a tiny bit successful you will either be sabotaged, bullied until you never want to live again or become a part of the furniture. This place was always cold and smelled of the pine-scented cleaning detergent that was used by the servants to clean up the messes left by the numerous "accidents" that occurred. Kiana just smiled nostalgically as she also recalled how she would go walking around the school and find the quietest spot in the building and curl into a ball and cry, cry and cry some more. Hoping, wishing and sometimes praying for it to spot for the pain to go away and for the void inside of her to be filled. She wanted friends. She hated the painful loneliness she felt every single day. She just wanted it to stop. It was so bad, being isolated and judged. Being told you weren't good enough, smart enough, perfect enough. Nobody there to be a shoulder to lean on, all alone. The most difficult part of it was that even when she went "home" it was with more fear than when she went to "school" It was always loud and scary and painful. So very painful. It was like a hot knife being driven through your heart over and over. It was like you couldn't breathe from the pain because taking a single breath was like inhaling around a plastic bag that was closing your airways. The humiliation she endured was so intense that as she grew older, she began to slowly grow used to it and even expect it from everybody around her. She slowly started to give up on life, on people, on having a friend. When she finally made her first-ever friend, she was ecstatic it was awesome. Then they turned their backs on her. They left her for better friends, maybe it was her fault, maybe she deserved it. It was probably meant to be that she would be left alone again. It hurt! It hurt. She pretended that she didn't notice, she pretended not to care but she was slowly dying inside. The scars she got repeatedly, over and over just never healed and she wondered, why! Why could she not be like the rest, why could she not be perfect.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

Mrs Barrington was in front of Myra's desk with her fingers in her face trying to get her attention "Hello! Hello! Miss Myra would you please tell the class what is holding your attention so that we can all understand what is so fascinating that you just could not bring your self to pay attention to my class!" So terribly sorry Mrs Barrington I was just thinking about how interesting this book was and how the ending brought me to tears because the ending was so tragic and unfair. Myra said in a very calm and controlled voice. Mrs Barrington's tone was slightly surprised and she said:" you have read Shakespeare I am impressed, but since you have read the book why don't you provide the class with some of your insight on this chapter." Myra's voice explained in a very calm and quiet manner how the main lead was a fool in love and the main female could have been less dramatic and if she had they may have been able to be together. Mrs Barrington was red in the face and she yelled "how dare you! This story is a classic love story and it is beautiful and romantic, go to the dean's office for your punishment at once!" Myra shrugged her shoulders in an indifferent manner not caring if she got on the wrong side of that teacher. She was just a waste of time and she did not need to attend that class anyways because she had bigger fish to fry. Her mouth suddenly spread into a sinister smile. If anyone had been unlucky enough to see it, they would have shivers down their spine.