How has the mighty fallen, I sat on the floor in my room groaning from the pain I was feeling on the inside, it was the first time I felt such a pain. This pain was not just hurt, it felt like betrayal and robbery. I felt like screaming and crying, but the tears weren't just coming, I felt like whaling, but somehow I was bottling it all up. I wouldn't have gone this far if I knew this was how it would end, after all the efforts I put in, I had finally gotten what I wanted only to be stripped of the experience from someone I could never imagine. This was supposingly every parent's dream and I'm not sure I would ever forgive her for this, I thought to myself while sitting on the floor looking up to the sky directly from the window in my room. Soon I heard footsteps which was my cue to quickly jump into my bed and pretend I was sleeping. I didn't see who it was that came in, but felt someone turn on the light and proceeded to adjust my blanket.
The person stayed a bit, but I was lying on my stomach making it difficult for my eyes to be seen. But that was when I realized how tired I was and how heavy my head was. Lying that way suddenly felt peaceful and before I knew what was happening I was relieving the painful memory all over again. I felt my heart ache remembering how I felt when I wasn't allowed at the zonal jet club meeting despite being the president of my school's jet club and at the same time president elect for the zone. It was more painful that the person standing in my way was one of my favorite teachers, he looked at me with both remorse and pity but could do nothing as it was above his power. His next words left me stunned for up to 5 minutes if I am not mistaken. The election held last week has been rendered void, a new election is going on now for a new president, and your mother has instructed us not to allow you into the premises.
It felt like a nightmare, my heart was beating so fast and so loud that someone close could hear it. It was as though my life was all over, scattering right in my face, something I was building for two years now in pieces because my mother did not agree with it. Initially I imagined myself to be the new Albert Einstein, with all the ideas I had in my head on inventions our jet club society could come up with. I was going to foresee the beginning of a revolution, but now that dream has been taken. Laying there everything played in my mind, I was looking for rest, and I got torture instead. It looked like five minutes later when I heard someone tapping me to wake up, I lifted up myself to see my dad staring intensely at me with an obvious question anyone would ask, “are you okay?” According to him, there were tears in my eyes and it had attracted him.
The tears were finally pouring out profusely while I slept, and it was visible as I turned and spoke softly in my sleep. I told him my eyes were paining me and nothing was going on, and funny enough he had bought it. There was no need trying to explain to him, I knew the parents I had, trying to change their minds was no use, you can't argue with them, as a child it is your duty to obey. As my dad left and turned off the lights I immediately remembered the reason my mum gave when I asked her about what happened with my teachers. She bluntly said that she went to the school during elections and didn't like the students that currently held the positions of authority, and according to her, they weren't good for me thus, she asked my teachers to make sure I no longer participate in such meetings. Her words diverstated me so much that the thought of it brought back the tears. Now it was to go back to sleep, sleeping looked like a better hell than the hurt and pain I was feeling knowing I just missed a chance of having the best 1 year experience of my life. I still remember that day till date and wondered if my life would have changed if only I had that experience.
THIS IS MY ENTRY INTO THE INKWELL CREATIVE NONFICTION [PROMPT](Creative nonfiction prompt 117 https://peakd.com/hive-170798/@theinkwell/winner-announcement-and-creative-nonfiction-prompt-117) #117
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You held my attention in this story, @kilvnrex. I actually wanted to find out what was going on, what had happened to you. I wanted to know who the person was who had come in your room, and how that related to your distress.
It's no small matter to make me wonder--I read a lot of stories and they all begin to sound a lot alike after a while. This one caught my attention. Good writing does that.
However, you disappointed me! Don't do that :) I need to know what it was about the other students that bothered your mother. This is critical to understanding what happened to you. Were the other students drug addicts? Were they of a different social status? From a different cultural background? Parents disapprove for many reasons. Why did yours?
The story was good. That's why I want to know. I wouldn't have cared if you, as a writer, hadn't made me.
Thanks for sharing this intense experience.
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That's a sad one, but maybe your parents had good reason for their decision or maybe not. It would have been better of they had discussed with you first instead of taking you unaware.....it's painful.