Reminiscence ~ of Schzool and Teenhood

Today marks the final day of my internship, which means it’s technically my last day official day in school before graduation and entering the real world.

It’s scary they say, out there in the working world. Enjoy your schooling days while you can, cause working life is a different ball game altogether. After working for approximately 2.5 months, I must say, I quite agree.

Anyway, as I’m typing this, my mind’s kinda’ flying back to the good ol’ days where I was still schooling, where I first entered teenhood and when I started growing up.

Admittedly I might not have a normal teenhood, but still, I did go through some common stages.

Here’s a story that might be of interest to all you people out there who have been through school (or are still schooling)…or simply wish to reminisce those golden days…

Schzool.

Every class have their own collection of weird people. In Schzool, we have a collection of humans tagged with ‘animals’ and this is the diary of my days in Schzool.

Chapter 1: Introductions

Do enjoy your read. It will most definitely bring a smile upon your face.  And no there’re no real animals involved.

Cheers ~

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Life-changing decision part 4

“So? When did I ever chase your friends away?” 

“Let’s see…there’s my soccer buddies, there’s Norn, the guy I liked a lot…need more examples?”

“Norn? I didn’t chase him away! WHY would I? He’s a decent guy!” I fumed on the inside.

“Again, directly no. Indirectly, yes. You always showed your dislike for him; calling him up and intimidating him in every way possible!”

“I don’t do that! I -“

“Yes, you do! Every time I hang out with him, you do that! You even threatened suicide after finding out that I was with him. In school. STUDYING! AND NOW YOU BLOODY COME AND TELL ME ‘HE’S DECENT?!’ DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW SCARED AND HURT I WAS?! 19 FULL YEARS OF MENTAL TORMENT!”

“Suicide? what suicide?” She gave me an oh-so-innocent look that made me want to shake the truth out of her. 

She’s smart. You have to give her that. She’s devilishly, deviously, smart. She never leaves any traces of herself which puts her at a disadvantage. That is what you get for working in a sales office environment for too long. 

A mother who plays politics with her family.

A mother who sees her own child as a pawn. 

Cool, huh?

“You know what? Forget it. I know you too well, living with you for my entire life. You would just dismiss everything again, like how you always do.” My anger ebbed away slightly, leaving me half-drained.

“Well? Speak! What did I do?” Acting dumb. Another trait of hers which nearly led to my own suicide. 

“YOU dropped me a text message, TELLING me to go collect your body at WindsFork station! Oh, I’m not done by the way. I still remember that night. The night where YOU came all the way down to public, gave me a good shelling and dragged me home. Did you have any idea how embarrassing that was? DO YOU?! HUH?! It was BAD ENOUGH that you did it in public, but you did it in front of my FRIENDS AND! THE GUY. I. LIKE! ARE YOU THAT INSENSITIVE?! OR ARE YOU SIMPLY OUT THERE TO TORMENT ME?!” I paused to catch my breath.

“NOW I get it. You want to beat the life out of me, torment me,so that I will be like a good little puppy who obeys her mistress’s every single command, eh? I know what you are trying to do.”

“You are pushing me away from him because you know HE will NOT stand up to you. Tell you off. Destroy your delusion. Prove you wrong AND follow you blindly.” By now, I swore I saw steam coming out from my ears.

“Mummy loves you. Mummy just wants the best for you, that’s all!” I gave my most sarcastic grin I could muster.

“Love? You expect me to believe your bullshit? All these years you drove away ALL my guy friends who got, in your opinion, too close to me. If you are a simple traditional mother, I COULD and I WOULD understand. BUT you did something that eliminates that option.”

I took a deep breath and trembled as heart-wrenching memories flooded my mind.

“You pushed me over to that son-of-a-bitch. And for what? Money.”

That concludes another chapter for this short series ‘Life-Changing Decision’. Tune in for the upcoming ones =D It’s ending soon =p

Chapter 3
Chapter 2
Chapter 1

A life-changing decision (Part I)

Admit it. We have all argued with our parents at least once in our lives, especially in our rebellious teenage years. The typical complaints would be ‘my parents are so naggy’, ‘my parents are so controlling’, ‘i hate my parents’ in varied forms.
More often that not, our parents are simply concerned for us. True, some may be over-protective or over-concerned but at least they protect their own children from harm.
Now, what happens if the child has a parent who treats her like an asset and the other parent cares on a very shallow level; who abuses her in such a way that she is unable to seek help because no one believes her. What then? What happens next?

Based on a true story, ‘A Life-changing Decision’ is told in a form of dialogue (a pretty short one) between a young female adult and her mother. So, read on and enjoy.

“Choose now. Him, or me.”

The tensed silence in the room was killing me. I faced my mother, both of us standing in a rigid stance opposite each other; our hazel coloured eyes glaring into each other’s.

 Just a few minutes ago, I was nearly killed in a car crash, thanks to my mother. Impulsively stepping on the accelerator, she threatened to crash both me and her.

That was how she found out about her latest relationship with a male she detests to the core. 

Then again, that’s how she finds out things, through psychological torture. Yeah, my own mother, using that kind of dirty tactic on me. How sweet. 

“Are you deaf? I said choose!”

The tension increased by ten folds. I could tell she was getting madder, but I no longer cared. After her attempted murder on me, I was too much of a wreck to care about her emotions any longer. 

“Him. I choose him.” That did it. That flipped her switch.

“SAY THAT AGAIN?!” she bellowed. If it were under different circumstances, I would have literally repeated ‘that again’. 

However, I’m no sadomasochist. I know a cornered animal that’s about to bite back when I see one.

So, I quietly repeated,

“I choose him, over you.”

“YOU DARE?! YOU UNGRATEFUL DAUGHTER?! YOU DARE CHOOSE A MAN WHOM YOU’VE BEEN DATING FOR JUST A FEW MONTHS OVER ME?! YOUR MOTHER?!”

Here we go again. The all famous tactic which she just LOVES to use – guilt treatment. Honestly, I’m getting sick and tired of it.

“I BROUGHT YOU UP FOR TWENTY YEARS! TWENTY YEARS!! AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!” I remained silent.

“I gave you such a good life. I took care of you, I gave you everything you ever asked for, AND THIS IS HOW YOU SHOW YOUR APPRECIATION?!” More silence. I stared back at her without saying a word.

“WELL?! SAY SOMETHING! You unfilial, ungrateful -“

“No.” That caught her off-caught.

“What?” 

“No, you did not. You did NOT give me a good life. In fact, you gave me a life that was almost equal to that of Hell.” 

So what exactly did our protagonist suffer under her mother? Was it really as bad as she says? Or was it simply all her imagination? Stay tune to find out more.