Chapter 5: my first love
As the class settled into its normal routine of idle chatter and whispered conversations, I braced myself for the familiar solitude of this pre-lecture period. For as long as I can remember, I was usually on my own during that period because no one wanted to be seen talking with me. I was an invisible outsider in a sea of cliques and camaraderie.But to my surprise—and utter disbelief—David's gaze suddenly shifted in my direction, his eyes locking with mine in a way that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. I tried not to get lost in those ocean blue eyes. I needed to maintain the facade of indifference that had become my shield against the harsh realities of high school social dynamics.“That girl is just insufferable. Damn!” he muttered under his breath, his frustration palpable in the air.I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to interject or let the conversation unfold on its own."Maybe. But everyone likes her," I offered tentatively."What?! I don't think anybody here truly likes her," he countered, his voice growing more impassioned with each word. "From what I've observed so far, they all want to be associated with her just because she's popular."Could this boy be any more perfect, I asked myself.His words struck a chord within me. It was the truth that I had always suspected but never dared to voice aloud."Wooow. Really?" I responded, my voice filled with genuine curiosity. "I've never really looked at it that way. I just know she has a lot of friends."“True friends don’t worship you and adore the ground you walk on. That’s what her so called friends do. A real friend will correct you when you’re wrong and tell you the truth when necessary. All that girl has are mere followers. When she is in real trouble, I assure you that they will desert her.”As I glanced once more at Penelope's corner, a wave of clarity washed over me, stripping away the facade of popularity to reveal the truth hidden beneath. Suddenly, the fake smiles and awkward glances were so obvious to me. Each nod and agreement was a desperate and sad attempt to curry favor with the queen bee of our high school hierarchy. They were all nodding along to everything she said like a herd of sheep, their minds seemingly on autopilot. They had all collectively decided to check their brains at the door in exchange for a coveted spot in Penelope's inner circle. They all desperately wanted to belong in Penelope’s clique because it made them feel cool, snazzy, trendy and sophisticated. It was as if they had surrendered their own thoughts and opinions, trading them in for the fleeting validation of being part of something seemingly exclusive and glamorous.I don’t want to ever become like that. I would rather have no friends than have fake friends in my life. True friendship is about so much more than superficial appearances—it is about honesty, loyalty, and genuine human connection. And it is worth far more than the fleeting adoration of a crowd. I will never confuse my fans for reals friends. Ah, the perils of social media fame. Across all my social media accounts—Instagram, F******k, and TikTok—I have a whopping 635 million followers. I could practically start my own country! But when it comes to real friends, well, let's just say I can count them on one hand... with a few fingers to spare.You see, I learned the hard way that fame comes with its own set of challenges. One moment, you're basking in the adoration of your fans, and the next, they're turning on you faster than you can say 'unfollow.' It's like trying to navigate a minefield in a pair of stilettos—treacherous and potentially painful. It's enough to make a person question their entire existence. If I ever make the slightest mistake, if I post something they don’t agree with, those adoring followers morph into ruthless haters at the drop of a hashtag. In the blink of an eye! What an absurd irony… It's a jungle out there, dear reader, and only the strong survive... or at least, those with a good PR team. My every move is scrutinized and every misstep is magnified for the world to see. But hey, at least I get to enjoy the occasional hate mail and death threats, right?But I digress. Let’s get back to the story, shall we?David seemed like a wonderful person and I was grateful that he chose to seat in the losers’ corner with me.“Umm, David… Thank you.”He looked at me confused with a raised eyebrow. “You’re welcome but may I ask why you’re thanking me.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “I’m not very used to receiving random ‘thank yous,’” he said with a light chuckle."Thank you for showing me the truth," I confessed, my voice trembling slightly with emotion. “And for defending me against the mean girl. I know it may seem random, but your words meant a lot to me."I found the words tumbling out of me in a rush of honesty and vulnerability.“It was the right thing to do. You don’t need to thank me,” he said with a smile as bright as day.A mischievous twinkle dancing in my eyes as I decided to joke with him a little. I began, adopting a faux-serious tone. “Who knew you were not just a pretty face, but also a philosopher in disguise?"His eyebrow arched even higher at my playful jab, a bemused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Ah, I see," he replied with a mock air of solemnity, playing along with my banter. “But don't get used to it—I can't promise my brilliance will be readily available on demand.”I couldn't help but laugh at his deadpan delivery. The tension in the air dissipated with each shared chuckle. It was like a breath of fresh air.“I just realized you never told me your name,” David informed me.“Oh, that’s true!” I exclaimed. I had been too shy and distracted by his beauty to properly introduce myself. How rude of me!“Forgive my manners. It’s Jessica Raye Kardashian. Nice to meet you.”David's eyes lit up with a warm smile as he responded, "That's such a beautiful name. I'll call you Jessie."I couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion, the nickname sounding oddly endearing coming from him. “Jessie, huh?" I replied with a playful grin. "Well, I suppose it's better than being called 'Hey, you' or 'That girl over there,' so I'll take it." David was the only sane person in a classroom gone mad. And for that, I was truly thankful. I had found in him a kindred spirit. Or at least that was what I thought. Let me tell you now; I was in for a rude awakening. David was the maddest of them all!Chapter 6: My first side hustle November 5, 2019.It was the Fifth of November, still in the year of 2019. I was seated next to my father’s hospital bed. It had been two agonizing weeks since he got burnt in the fire. And he was still unconscious. Despite the tireless efforts of the medical staff, he remained ensnared in the grips of a deep and unyielding coma. The doctors didn’t know if he would survive or not. In the beginning, the doctors had offered a glimmer of hope—a fifty-fifty chance, they had said. But as the days stretched into weeks, that hope dwindled like a flickering flame in the wind. Now, the odds were stacked against us, his possibility of waking reduced to a meager twenty percent.My mother was starting to lose hope. She had not slept in days because her jobs were so hectic. With three jobs to juggle and the added burden of caring for our family in the wake of the tragedy, sleep had become a luxury my mother could ill afford. The dark circles were very visible under
Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served coldIn this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.For too long, I had allowed Penelope to waltz in and out of my life like a hurricane, leaving destruction and devastation in her wake. But no more. If she insisted on incessantly knocking on my door, then she would have to deal with whatever lay on the other side when it swung open.And swing open it did, revealing a side of me that even I had never dared to explore.That day, as I was teaching Terra a topic in algebra, Penelope took a peek through the window and hastily entered the class
Penelope submitted the assignment on the teacher’s table with a sugary smile. “I worked really hard on them. I even stayed up all night, burning the midnight candles,” she said.Oh boy, this won’t end well, I thought to myself as I stifled my laughter. I had planted the bomb and installed a timer. Now, I would wait for it to go ba boom! The teacher she had submitted her books to was Mr. Tesfaye. He was the strictest and oldest in the entire school. Rumor even had it that he had been teaching during the time of the dinosaurs and cavemen. The Terra’s and Penelope’s of the world had nothing on him. He could not be taken in by her false compliments and deceitful remarks.As he flipped through the pages of her book, the white hair on his eyebrows furrowed. The entire class was watching closely. As the writer, I knew poor Mr Tesfaye would have such a wonderful and magnificent time figuring it out. Just in case you missed it, dear reader, I was being ironic!"What is this rubbish?" His voic
Chapter 9: The start of my meteoric rise.The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Penelope was nowhere to be found, heard or feared. For two whole weeks, I had peace of mind. Everyone did. Dare I say, we actually enjoyed being in school. We could walk up and down the hallways without being afraid. Ah, the sweet serenity of a world without her constant presence looming over us like a dark cloud. No longer were we subjected to her petty insults and cruel taunts. No longer did we cower in fear at the mere mention of her name. Her minions had scattered like mice because they no longer wanted to be associated with her. It was a sight to behold indeed, watching them scurry away in search of a new alpha to follow. My tutoring business was still booming so I had nothing to worry about. On a day she was supposed to still be suspended, Penelope suddenly showed up in front me. I would be lying if I said I didn’t see that coming. I knew she would confront and try to bring me down with
Chapter 10: Let's play a game, David.Penelope was banished to the losers’ corner by her former fans. They said she no longer deserved to seat there. These were the same people who had once worshipped Penelope as their queen, hanging on her every word and deed. And now, they were casting her aside without a second thought, relegating her to the role of outcast. Personally, I think the division into different corners is so messed up. Who decided who belonged where, and based on what criteria? It seemed absurd to me that such labels could carry so much weight in the minds of teenagers. They invited me to join them in the winners’ corner but I declined. I later realized that maybe I should have agreed because I found myself seated around Penelope. At least David was still by my side, I thought to myself.David and I had started dating. Boyfriend and girlfriend, as you might call it. I had grown really fond of him. As you might expect, teenage romance is as unpredictable as a squirrel on
Truth be told, embracing the sadness is easier said than done. People like me rarely get emotional but I have decided to be real with you in this story. Just for a second, I will let you in on what goes on inside the twisted mind of Jessica Raye. Some types of pain refuse to fade into oblivion. No money in the world can heal it. And I know because I have thrown stacks of cash and bars of gold at it, and it's still there, mocking me. Would it actually be easier to just build a Time Machine?Ever wished you could rewind time, like in those sci-fi movies? I do. I wish I could go back in time and get my family out of the house before the damn fire started. October 11, 2019—that’s the date I would punch in. Little me should have been bold enough to save my dad before he fainted and went into the coma.My mom and my big brother, Jason were sitting in the doctor’s office. My sister, Laura and I were not allowed in because apparently, they were discussing grown up business. But I have never
Chapter thirteen: Wounds and WarriorsDeath, as they say, is a part of the circle of life. Whoever is born will some day die, unless, of course, you're some sort of alien who snuck into earth or a creature of the night like a vampire. But alas, life isn't a Hollywood fantasy movie with mythical beings and eternal youth. In the real world, death is a reality that we must face, just as I did when my father passed away. Despite clinging to hope for his recovery, the harsh truth eventually settled in—he was gone.The world had moved on and nobody was waiting for my family to grief this great loss. Life pushed on, dragging us along with it, like debris caught in a swift current. Despite the heaviness in my heart, I knew I had to return to school. It was nearing the end of freshman year, and there were academic responsibilities waiting for me.I was by my locker when David, my ex rushed towards and offered to carry my backpack. I felt a bit of irritation. "My dad may have died, but my han
Chapter fourteen: Prom: The Good, the Bad, and the UglyAt school, the promenade dance was just a month away. You might know it as prom, as it's commonly called by American teens. I was now fifteen years old. Junior prom, that mystical evening where awkward teenagers wear their finest attire and attempt to swim the dangerous waters of romance without tripping over their own feet. It's a night filled with glitter, drama, and enough teenage angst to power a small city.The school transforms into a magical wonderland, complete with twinkling lights, cheesy decorations, and a DJ who thinks he's the next big thing on the music scene. As the students awkwardly sway to the beat, trying to remember the steps they learned in P.E. class, the air is thick with the scent of hairspray and teenage hormones.Meanwhile, the drama before junior prom unfolds like a poorly written soap opera. Will Terra finally ask Chad to dance, or will she spend the night sulking in the corner because he asked Stacy i