Louise:the beginning
It was four in the afternoon, Louise laid curled up in her blanket weeping every ounce of her tears out. It had been another bad day, another loss. since Louise had shifted to her new school, she had been constantly losing in every single competition she used to win earlier. It was just one sole reason- Voting! election! Even though Lousie was so much of a talented poet/writer and photographer and spoken word artist and painter, she scored above 90% always, she was beautiful, she was good to people, yet no one likes her because she was simply 'talented'. Even though teachers and parents praised her yet she didn't win because of this election custom.
Today was the day when she asked her best friends to tell her why they didn't vote for her in the best presentation, and they simply replied outraged that they were jealous of her, her talent and never wanted her to succeed, they broke all the relations they head with her and left her all alone in the middle of the school cafe. Louise missed her old school, her old friends, and her very old best friend who had left for the United Kingdom in grade 8. She was broke. She felt it sorrowful to be talented.
Louise was simply tired of crying when she picked herself up and scribbled something on a piece of paper. She simply scribbled 'When jealousy, hatred and money dance naked, then talent weeps in its grave'. She put this on her study table and tore all the sticky notes which told her dreams and timetables and pasted the scrap with commercial glue. Her eyes seethed with turmoil and her cheeks were red with revenge. She was now blinded by the smoke of 'REVENGE'
And in the end, you never know how your little karma can bring your life upside down and a little bit tilted.
