The Worst Day Of My Life
Everything was going fine – it was going great actually, I was at university, Cambridge University for Art and everything was going great but then I saw it.
It was a normal day in the university I got to my lecture on time; we were talking about Rwandan Genocide, when I heard the topic I knew that I was in trouble. My teacher was just going on about the deaths and the innocent people being tortured and left to die and all I could think about was my mother, was the fact that I would never be able to see her again because she was dead because they killed her. I felt the tears running down my cheeks I buried my head hiding my face, silencing my sobs and the second that I looked up my eyes locked onto what I could describe in one world…Hell.
There I was a young girl holding onto my mums hand wanting her to wake back up, to feed me, I was dressed in rags and the look in my eyes was more than fear and sorrow and worry, I was distraught, I was hollow inside, I was… well at that moment I was embarrassed. People had the actual nerve to look at me, to stare at me to feel sorry for me. To give me the look of pity if I wanted there pity I would’ve just asked, and as I got up to leave the lecture to leave the hell –hole the teacher spotted me and I saw the reorganisation spread across his face and the same look of pity in his eyes. He immediately turned off the projector and I was once again the centre of attention I’ve left the university now for good.
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