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Everyday since my birth I've felt fates giving the stink eye at me. It was constant in every pore of air molecule I breathed.
"I dare you Ala, to go to school vending machine, exchange your secret for a treasure!" Kali oozed energy just as any evil snow queen under the guise of fairy godmother would.
Oh the irony wasn't lost on me when my "former" bully tried to justify the dare as her way of apology to me for the "horrible past" while in the present I was being coerced all the same.
I scrawled my not-so-secret on the paper.
My secret : I'm a hardcore fan of existential nihilism.
It wasn't a complete secret anymore as you , fellow readers would know why I don't bother fighting back.
So, what exactly is the school vending machine? The very existence of it is debatable. It's fame rose out of rumors... It is one of the oldest standing Sugar Maple in our school backyard. Place a scrap of paper with our secret written inside and the next day you'd receive the treasure you'd die for.
Here goes another gobbledygook , I muttered to no one in particular as Kali and the truth- dare group left me to myself in the backyard after making sure I placed the paper in the crevice.
The leaves bristled, almost refuting me.
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The next day was just another day.
After each period bell, Kali probed me if I had gotten any "treasure". Each time I shook my head as I rolled my eyes and sighed.
If that was her way of showing she cares, I'd have given her a straight E. Purely due to how annoying she is turning out to be.
The last period's bell rang.
"Haven't you received them yet?" She huffed as she laid colour pencils on top of each other like the base of a square pyramid. There were tensed lines on her forehead as she laid them with much precision.
"Miss Ala! It looks like you've forgotten your belonging", remarked our science teacher while Miss inspected the black goody bag on her desk.
Cue Miss' timing!
I came back to my seat, ignoring Kali's pestilence of See? I told you so! chatters.
It was the size of a basic lunch box and weighed light as a pen. I carefully untied the golden lace. Words winked out of the slippery rag paper...
If all were devoid of meaning and substance Existential nihilism wouldn't be worth a pence But it means to you a great deal Enter into the paradox so real Then why not live best of the both worlds? Soaring high, diving low, Staying connected and being alone Expanding your perspectives of unknown
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I read it again on my fiftieth birthday with glassy eyes and Kali.
