At This Point

Val’s P.O.V

At this point, I’ve walked this room and I’ve walked this floor day by day, term by term and session by session, but at this moment….at this point, Every instance, every second, minute, and every hour that swept by, I got the stalking of my life that made me wonder wasn’t it just a post, for goodness sake. It wasn’t a press release nor did I feature in breaking news. I couldn’t think straight. It made me feel weary and sick. Whipped flat like a dash, the students that passed the school block corridors stole me a glance, almost every teacher that came in that day made me their topic before starting their lesson; questionnaires that could do a quiz, some bad comments, hate language, and even nasty punishments. But, rogged and dogged I was. Nobody could stand in my way. I didn’t care for the aftermath, I just wanted my peace.