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Today is Saturday and my mom is off the clock. She disclosed to me that her companion will visit us and I need to tidy up my room. Close UP!!AUGHHHHH !!! What's more, prepare to be blown away.

I'm on my period. I have no capacity to accomplish any work. I have no energy on my period and my stomach harms like somebody is cutting my digestive tract.

But I have to do it because of the guest.

(The doorbell rings)

I must hurry...!!!!!!!!

"Hello Mrs Flora, I was in a traffic jam. Sorry for making you wait".

" No problem. Binisha can you bring a glass of water for Mrs Annie".

Here I go again.

"Ok Mom".

I just served her a glass of water and I said to my mom that I will be busy today.

It was likely to be 9 A.M and I am in my room where I could no more hear the conversation of my mom and Mrs Annie.

It means I can play soft music from the album of Maroon 5.

(5 years flashback)

I just remember 5 years back from now when I was in grade 9, my mom and I shifted from Hamburg to Berlin.

I didn't lose anyone because I never had any friends. I never wanted to make any friends or maybe no one wanted to be.

We lived in a rent on Mr Josh's house who was the old friend of my mom who had already divorced and now lives alone. And I already told about the story of Mr josh and my mom's slap.

I was admitted to the Berlin British School.

It was my first day at school.

Mrs Shera took me to my class. Everyone was watching me. Maybe they were starting at my bob hair. Or maybe they were staring at my pimples. Or maybe they were staring at me because I was new to the class. I hope I could read the mind of the people. The third chair and table were vacant and I sat there. It was the mathematics class as they told.

Mr Abid entered the class and he made me come in front of everyone and introduced myself.

"Hi everyone, I am Binisha Koch, I was actually born in Hamburg and I live with my mom but my dad had already passed away. We have recently shifted to Berlin because my mom had found a job in the

St Marien hospital and she is orthopaedic."

"So you are from Koch family, it means you know to cook many dishes.", Said Mr Abid.

(Koch family are known for the cook in German but I don't know about my dad's occupation.)

"No, I never took interest in cooking but I love to write novels and poems and one day I wish I could be a famous writer that the whole world would recognise."

"Go back to your place, Binisha."

I was scared. Never had I ever spoken Infront of anyone.

I love mathematics more than any other subject.

After straight 3 subjects, we finally got a break.

In my whole 9th grade, I was alone.

Drawing something I love, my days end at school.

Writing some poems, my days end at school.

Using my social media, my days end at school.

When I was in 10th grade, there was a program in my high school in which we can perform what we want to.

I took part in poetry.

It was my turn after yaleena's dance.

I was scared because I have never performed on a stage before.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Binisha Koch on the stage."

My name was announced and as I went by,

(Body shaking) I was scared.

"Thank you Mr Susan for this opportunity and I would like to begin my poem.

The topic of my poem is.......

The topic of my poem is.......

The topic of my poem is......."

Everybody was quietly watching me. I fail to remember my point I took a piece of paper from my pocket.

"Sorry!!"

"The topic of my poem is "I Dreamed Myself Dead"

"

I found myself dreaming this morning

I saw I was lying on the ground

The car's horn never let me rest in peace

I was dead but was hearing all those sound

I could see nobody but except somebody

They were crying watching my dead body

But my loved one was smiling that hurt me

I was dead again, inside that dead body

Was that any clue?

Is that so, some don't care about me

Cause there were no one except some

This give me a shock on my knee

As I saw these all,

I am still afraid, I don't want to die

I have many dreams to achieve

But I was already dead, now I could pass by

I want to work hard, as my mom asked

I want to change things, as my love said

I want to be something, as I said

But you know, I was mostly friendless

But, I could see myself lying on that ground

Where birds whispers made me screaming

The sun direct hits me to the eyes

And I woke up and found myself dreaming

I made a long breathe

Is that any clue, really nobody care

Maybe, hope they come in my funeral

Just laughed watching me, the ugliest mare

"

"THANK YOU".

It made me scared.

Then I made myself out of the stage and went directly to my home.

As I did, I received a friend request on my Facebook, it was Jonathan. He was from my class but we have never talked.

I accepted it.

As I did, he messaged me "Hi".

I didn't know what to say. I replied "hello", and the chat continued.

"That was a nice poem. I loved it."

"Thank you."

"Hello, I am Jonathan, I can be your companion. Like I needed to converse with you yet I never realized how to move toward you however when I heard your poem today, I was unable to stop myself from informing you. Feel free to message me. I notice constantly, you generally stay alone, eating alone. You never talk with anybody, that is the reason anybody doesn't. You are not inconspicuous. It's you who made yourself as concealed."

I don't know how to react to it.

"Ok", I replied and I close the conversation.

"Binisha, your dinner is ready."

"Coming mom."