Identity

I deleted it immediately, tearing the paper into shreds. "Clara..it's time for lessons.. come on let's go", Tricia called out waving me with her hands. I nodded slowly looking around in fear. I threw the pieces of paper into the dustbin,and ran quickly to class.

I was late, so everyone was staring at me as I found my way in between the desks to my seat. "So class,who will come forward to answer this question...", she asked. The room became as quiet as cemetery after her statement. She traced her eyes to me,smiling, "You were late..Miss Dickson..assist us". She placed her hand on the book I was about to refer to.

I got up slowly,with all eyes on me. I picked up the marker and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath then started writing anything that came to mind. When I turned to face the class, they were staring at me with a mixture of emotions, neither hooting nor applauding. Mrs Susan glared at the board for a long time , then everyone started clapping.