Creative Writing

Hyderabad. Mumbai. Kolkata. Chennai. Jaipur. Kashmir. Shimla. Delhi - all are names of the beautiful cities of India where I have been to. They were increasing with Shona’s age now. Shona always had a tough time with school as she used to be displaced a lot. Her mother was a consultant for a large corporation who regularly exported their products and new developments overseas. It was Shona’s mother’s job to look after any problems that clients had along with ensuring that they secured major business deals with potential clients which meant that they often relocated when long term projects came up. Shona’s father was a military man. He have been serving the Royal Army for the past twenty years, he was often deployed overseas rarely saw Shona and her mother.

So, on the morning Shona was to begin at yet another new school, she once again felt a wave of nausea come over her, as though she were stranded on a small boat in the middle of a vast ocean. She was a young girl of about 15 years of age. She has long, black, curly hair, bright almost sparky blue eyes and looked marvelous in her 9th new school uniform. She felt like she’d done this a thousand times before, she knew what to expect but this did nothing to comfort her nerves. They felt as if they had a life of their own and could just fly away with her stomach. Her mother dropped her off at the school gate and waved goodbye. Shona walked towards the school grounds very slowly in hope of someone coming to her rescue now but no one was in sight. As she progressed towards the school grounds, so did the monstrous, grey buildings seemed to tower over Shona and make her feel inferior. She walked worriedly towards the front office to collect her timetable.

As the day passed, there wer...

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... which were strange such as early nights, no talking and low self-confidence. Her mother started worrying about her but thought maybe it’s the workload from school. For weeks and weeks this continued. Until one evening Shona’s mother went down to her daughter’s bedroom and found her lying on her bed crying her eyes out. She gently moved over to her daughter and said “What’s the matter?”

Shona replied “The…The…g…g…g…girls bu ….buu….bullied me.”
As her mother saw all the harsh messages and heard the incidents which took place in the school with her, realized what pain Shona must be in, she tenderly pulled her daughter close and stroked her brown hair saying soothingly “It’s alright, there, there, it’s going to be ok, and I’ll sort those girls out.”
Shona said in reply after she had calmed down “Thank you mum, you make me feel safe, warm and happy when I’m with you.”