My mom sent me to her brother's place, far away from her. I begged her to not let me go and that I would do anything. But who listens to kids? Adults make the choices for you and you just shut your mouth and follow their orders. I was no exception to that rule. I travelled to my uncle's place all by myself in the bus with no supervision for the first time. It was probably a 6 hour ride and I was so confused. I didn't know what to do and due to that fear I never once slept on the ride. I didn't know where to eat the lunch that my mom packed for me. When the bus stopped for a rest I wasn't aware that passengers were going to eat. I just stayed in the bus and some people who took pity at me informed me. I took my lunch and followed them at the restaurant. I looked at the people surrounding me, everyone had someone to share their meals with.
I looked at my food and wanted to cry but I couldn't because in my family we don't cry as that would count as bringing shame on the family. I sucked it up and ate my lunch. I could only take a few bites and after that we were back to travelling. When I reached my destination I had to borrow someone's phone to call my uncle since I didn't own one at that time. My uncle came to pick me up after sometime and we went home. I had a hard time adjusting to the new surrounding. I cried for a few days because I missed my old school, home and everything. Eventually I had to move on as it was what it was and I had no choice but to accept it.
In my new school I made few friends and one of the boys in my class punched me on my shoulders for no apparent reason. I didn't say anything because what could I do. After only a week of studying there I had to give my midterm exams. I did and I got 7th. Broke my heart since academic validation was the only thing I craved for and now I didn't even have that. I heard one of my classmates saying that two of the boys in my class bet on me. If one of them scored less than the other then the one with the low score would have to propose to me. Childish.
One of the boys told me that he liked me but I discarded his feelings. I was heartbroken at that time since the guy I had a crush on proposed to my best friend. Broke my heart but accepted it anyways. Once, I came back from school to find the money I had hidden was missing. The money was given to me by that hag before I left for my uncle's place. She told me to keep it a secret and to not tell them. I did that but when the money was lost I couldn't help but get frustrated and when my uncle's wife asked what was wrong I told her the truth. She was like didn't you tell me that you didn't bring any money? I said yes but it was because my aunt told me not to tell you. I knew from the looks of it that she didn't believe me. When I finally found the money I was so happy but someone wasn't. My aunt told me that a amount of 1000 was missing from her purse and accused me of taking it. I denied but why would an adult listen to a child? Especially a child who already had a reputation of being a thief.
I accepted my fate and they took the money from me.And even spread the word in the family group that I stole money again. I was sad that no one was willing to trust in me, even a little bit. Now that I think of it maybe that hag set me up. I didn't talk with anyone there and just sat by myself either reading or talking to myself looking at the mirror. They thought that I was mad from the trauma. Nah people I was becoming mad from all the people refusing to believe in me. I was becoming mad from the loneliness that was eating me from the inside because my cousins ignored me. But who cares right? It taught me how to be independent.
To refresh your minds from my dark past let me tell you an embarrassing story. I once found my crush's number and I would use my 2 year old cousin's phone to text him. Yeah right, my toddler cousin had a phone and I didn't. Anyways I texted him and he obviously didn't know my identity. I texted him and I would get curse words as a reply but sometimes we used to have meaningful conversations even if it was in the dead of night. I'm probably thinking that I was texting his brother or worse his dad. Ewwww.
I once wrote a love letter and me and my friend put it in his bag. He found it and showed it to the teacher. The teacher asked who did it and my face betrayed me by blushing so hard that the teacher saw straight through me and knew that I did it. Luckily she just laughed it out or maybe she pitied me for liking the same guy for almost three years at that time.
Anyways after living at my uncle's place for sometime I moved in with my paternal uncle and I thought life would be better. It did look like it for the first few days but that didn't last. My half sister who lived with my paternal uncle and grandfather would constantly throw me out of her room(the room I was sharing with her) and I had no where to go but the room in the cellar. I would go up there scared and sad. I would cry my eyes out there and would have to stay for a few days up there. I was afraid of dark and ghosts but never told anyone about it because everyone in my family always perceived me as a strong and hotheaded girl but that was far from the truth.