A girl, about 12 or 13, struggles to mingle with her teenage classmates in a public school in Quezon City. She is lost and lonely so to say. Possessing only an intelligent mind, she is trying to be accepted. The girls in the class are not interested at all of the intellect. She is nobody still being a dweller in the slum areas of that city.The girl’s blue skirt uniform felt of starch after being bleached. The hair is simply done, no braids, not shampooed so that they form into clusters of strands of hair but combed. The whole poise, if it can be labeled as poise, set out of a long neck, very thin arms and legs, melancholic eyes and lips, dry and pale lips, and a not so very good smell. She tries to be neat, and she believes she is neat, actually not mindful of the indifference and the stabbing stares or the hidden pouts.
The girl is aware that everybody in the school stares, not because of attraction, of regard, or of appreciation. But she needs to survive. She excels in the class almost equivalent to the rank one or maybe even brilliant than the rank one in the class. Discrimination is there. Tuition fee and extra other fees payment delays are known. She does not care. She needs to survive. She is surviving and obtaining happiness from the frequent successes she makes in the competitions and the ranking in the academics.
Two decades and more, a girl of about the same age made her way to popularity in a private school in another city. Acclaimed by the students and teachers, she is always on the go. She seems to be very happy. She is not trying hard to be known. She is known almost by everybody in school. Everybody is interested to be her friend. Every body seems to want to ride in her bandwagon. She belongs to a good family, which is living just a mediocre life. She is not deprived and is always supported towards her dreams.
The girl’s white uniform gives her radiance very nice to behold. She smells very sweet, very fresh. She stands taller, looks prettier, moves smarter and talks more confident. She is a knockout so to say.
The girl appreciates the attention being given to her and accepts the fact that a lot is depending on her in any school project or activity. It is a difficult task for her but she needs to survive. She still belongs to the top of her class. There are a lot of responsibilities to attend to. She is busier than before. She is spent but happy. She is an achiever.
Dreams come true, do they?
The past holds no bearing in the future. It cannot stop any one from dreaming. We make out our lives to have a good conclusion. The primitive or the obsolete patches of life are there to support not to influence. They contribute to the strength and the beauty of our present horizon.
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