MASLOW HIGH SCHOOL
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Since childhood, Shamila has been living in the orphanage with other children. The clothes she own once belonged to other people and she doesn't even know who named her Shamila. When she gets a scholarship to study in one of the most prestigious Schools, Maslow High School, she thinks it is a game changer. Little does she knows what awaits her, the students in Maslow High school are all evil and they have divided the school into two cults each headed by a prominent and rich bully. Before long, the two bullies fight over who will own her and amidst all the bullying, Shamila discovers the untold secret of the School. More then half of the students have supernatural blood running in them and the school is merely a ground to numb them and hide them from the society. Her original adoption documents also say her name is Shamila Maslow. Will the bullies bow down to her new supernatural state as the vampire who could perhaps be the next in line owner of Maslow High School and other royal properties, or this is just a prank that has been carefully organized by one of them to make her believe she is an important vampire so that the aftermath can make her ashamed and humiliated beyond repair. This is Maslow High School and students only go home at the end of the school year, Shamila has no home and all she has at the end of the year is the orphanage. Is this her real home, are the people surrounding her also numbed by centuries old magic enemies, friends or family? she has one year to find out, either she arrives at the truth or die as a result of the gruesome bullying by the bullies before the year ends.
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MASLOW HIGH SCHOOL 5
It felt like I was drowning, yet I was never taught how to swim. The feeling engulfed a person when they were in the middle of the ocean, and no one was coming.“Come on, here,” the teacher repeated, handing me over the whiteboard marker with authority soaking his tone.I turned around to face the board and looked at the sum before closing my eyes tightly, just in case a miracle decided to happen, just in case all the rosaries that had been thrown at me during lunchtime decided to make sure some superpowers helped me to figure out what to do.Y= mx+c, I scribbled first before standing back.My tongue still felt heavy, and I could still feel saliva pooling at the base of my mouth, under my tongue. After my seizures, I couldn’t talk well until I settled down after two or three hours. The woman from before wouldn’t let me sleep and insisted I come to class.The sum in front of me had decimals, fractions and a number raised to power seven. I couldn’t handle it even if I tried. How the hel
MASLOW HIGH SCHOOL 4
"Get back to normal," a voice whispered in my ear, and I felt my whole body and system obeying.Only the tablets I took could command my epilepsy to go away after some minutes or half an hour. This was another first.My head snapped to normal in one painful movement I couldn't control."Now get back and carry on with everything you have been doing," the same voice whispered in my ear again.This was a first. My convulsions always ended badly. They ended with me passing out, making a big mess and ugliness of myself after rolling on the dirty tiles or ground.Back in the orphanage, people cared, they would hold me down, and Angela, the girl I always knew since I couldn't remember, would come to hold my hand while I struggled to fight epilepsy and whisper5 in my ear that she was here and that was all that mattered.It made it less painful. It was always better when there was someone to hold your hand when you knew that after the seizure, you had a person to call home who thought you dese
MASLOW HIGH SCHOOL 3
The whole school was soaking with excitement and anxiety about everything that had happened. By lunchtime, they couldn’t take it anymore and burst through the doors of classrooms like tea seeping through a sieve. Brian was the boy who seemed to have a heart, and Charles was the other bully with a heart darker than sin itself. Charles had made sure I hit the ground, while Brian wanted to give me a chance, perhaps out of pity and guilt.I hated pity and sympathy. They are what had gotten me here in the first place, in this mess. The saddest children were offered a chance; the rule seemed to apply at Mellow orphanage and children’s homes. I was one of the quiet ones who hardly spoke and gave out the bare minimum in day-to-day activities and class. This was a second chance. The sympathy was mainly because I had epilepsy and kept having convulsions and seizures, which had to be the source of the sympathy.I had stopped living and trying a long time ago. My seizures were bad; I did not make
MASLOW HIGH SCHOOL 2
I got into class, grateful I had made it through the weekend. In my previous school, all the bright kids sat in front while the dumb ones were allocated seats in the back. My position had always been in the back, in a safe pesceful corner, away from prying eyes of teachers.To be honest, I didn't even deserve the scholarship. I could count ten students who were better than me in the orphanage.As soon as I was halfway past the first row, the whole class kept quiet as everyone looked at me in surprise. It seemed like I had just crossed a nuclear zone, and they all wanted to see what would happen next, stuff like my skin falling off or a bomb blowing up.I braced myself, adjusted my bag and made slow, steady steps towards the back. Perhaps this way, no one would notice me; perhaps at the back, they would all forget that I existed.When it was too late, I noticed a single leg on the way. As expected, I tumbled over it and flew up before hitting the ground with a loud thud."There is no
MASLOW HIGH SCHOOL 1
My breath was lodged somewhere in my throat as I struggled to breathe and release a whimper inside my blankets. But still, it wouldn't matter even if I made a sound or bleated like needy sheep; this was Maslow High School, and I was the most hated and popular new student. News of my arrival had spread like wildfire, and a certain cook told people he noticed my eyeballs were black like those of a reptilian lizard when I was picking my supper.Being famous was a good thing if people liked you, and you were also beautiful with golden hair that tumbled on the waistline. On the contrary, I was far away from those. Maslow High School was a prestigious school that stood on a plateau, only the rich children came here, and my case was different. I was a charity case from the orphanage. All the clothes I wore once belonged to people who decided they didn't need them anymore and would rather dispose of them in my old home.I was a sympathy and charity student here because of a scholarship everyo
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