My teenage

After a year the school was ready. Me, my siblings, cousins, and other kids from the village used to go to school on a single minibus. It was the beginning of my 9th class. These years of one's life are when it is hardest to control temptations. But my case was way more different, everything happening around me made me go emotionless to some extent. I hardly remember any new feelings lingering in my heart.

I remember how stuffed we used to be in that minibus, so my uncle suggested to me that my cousin and I should take a cycle to school. And we agreed. But who could have imagined that this seemingly small thing is a sour throne to my heart even till today.

When we used to go to school in the morning, a boy used to go back to the village after cutting the weeds for the cattle. His house was behind ours. He was about my older sister's age and was her classmate.

What happened was that this particular boy used to throw those weeds on us. we had no idea what his intention was or what he was trying to do. When he didn't stop we told our parents about it, and I guess that was not too good of an idea.

My father had a cool personality but my uncle was so furious that he did beat him so hard. During this time I had to hear a lot of different things from everyone. They looked at me as if I was at fault here. It was so hard to bear.

Their behavior made me hate myself. For as long as I remember I used to be very good at my studies. But this incident was the breaking of the last thread of my childhood life as a normal student. Everything seemed entirely the same to everyone around me but from inside I was completely broken now. But time takes its course to change things and sports became my way to escape sadness. At this time I was already in class 10th and I used to be good at some athletic sports like long jump and discus throw.

But again it's my life It can't let me be trouble-free. So one day I was practicing my long jump when I got distracted by one of my friends cheering, I lost my balance and broke my left leg. It was badly twisted from the knee area. Till today it gives me trouble and pain. After this accident I was bedridden for about a month, my mother took care of me like a kid. She was so kind that she never gave the slightest hint of tiredness from taking my care. I really miss her, I hope I could have it earlier but I love my mom and I know I am never gonna get a chance to say it to her anymore.

I used to be so sad at the fact that none of my parents supported me when I was going through a hard time because of that boy. But I guess now I quite much understand. There are a lot of things that can't be explained but just can be experienced.

They had this thought in their head that I and my cousins are the same, and according to them everyone has the same kind of thinking. But little did they knew how society works. I am pretty sure none of my uncles, actually, no one else without my parents thought the same way. But let's just let it slide by and start again.

After this injury, I restarted my school. Later just a little later we had our final exams. I used to have a tough competition with 2 of my classmates. And every year I used to get the second position. Again this year history repeated itself and I was again the 2nd one.

Both of them got admission to the best colleges, but maybe because of that boy incident, I was sent to a government school for 11th class. we really can't change what is destined. But that was not always my way of thinking. I got so upset by this thing. All the time kept thinking "what did do wrong? What was my fault in all this? Do I really deserve this treatment? Why is it out of all the people?"

I completely was out of studies and I just barely survived through 11th grade. NEXT years were even worse.