Padding quietly down the crowded school hallways, Aesha let out a nervous sigh, unbelieving of what she’d just been told. An island resort. Out of all the places they could have gone for their school trip, everyone had chosen to ferry their way to some tropical sweaty island during their spring break. Accomodation and board fully paid, there wasn’t a single student in the school who could resist such a tempting offer. The funds had been saved up over five years, and intended to take the whole school, from the super-intendant, right down to the cleaners. Apparently the principal of the school had connections with owner of the resort, and had managed to secure the facility for the entire duration of spring break.
As she walked alone to the cafeteria, it was all she could think about. And the people around her seemed to be the same, albeit, their thoughts were cheerful and filled with excitement, whereas Aesha’s thoughts were clouded in a thick black cloud of despair. She hated water. Absolutely hated it. There’d even been a time when she was younger when she’d been repeatedly hospitalized over dehydration as she simply refused to drink anything. And while she resentfully bathed daily, she generally only used a bucket full of water like some primitive human, opposed to using the convenient shower that stood right beside her.
She didn’t want to go. But she didn’t want to be left behind. The only thing she did want to do was decide on which option to sacrifice, but torn between her friends and her traumatized past, she simply couldn’t choose her friends, else she risk embarrassment. The last thing she needed was to be labelled a feral animal again. Her panic attacks had calmed down over the years, but even the thought of harming her friends, or even her fellow peers during her uncontrollable rampaging scared her.
Arriving at the cafeteria, she started walking slowly towards the counter, her mind filled with possible complications, she hadn’t been watching where she was going.
As she walked alone to the cafeteria, it was all she could think about. And the people around her seemed to be the same, albeit, their thoughts were cheerful and filled with excitement, whereas Aesha’s thoughts were clouded in a thick black cloud of despair. She hated water. Absolutely hated it. There’d even been a time when she was younger when she’d been repeatedly hospitalized over dehydration as she simply refused to drink anything. And while she resentfully bathed daily, she generally only used a bucket full of water like some primitive human, opposed to using the convenient shower that stood right beside her.
She didn’t want to go. But she didn’t want to be left behind. The only thing she did want to do was decide on which option to sacrifice, but torn between her friends and her traumatized past, she simply couldn’t choose her friends, else she risk embarrassment. The last thing she needed was to be labelled a feral animal again. Her panic attacks had calmed down over the years, but even the thought of harming her friends, or even her fellow peers during her uncontrollable rampaging scared her.
Arriving at the cafeteria, she started walking slowly towards the counter, her mind filled with possible complications, she hadn’t been watching where she was going.