Angry and I know it
[Naina]
My name is Naina. I'm a twelve-year-old girl. I'm an American Born Confused Desi, or whatever they call it. I'm an only child and a seventh grader.
And at the moment, I'm also furious.
Mom and Dad are fighting downstairs. That wasn't my fault.
Or was it?
Whichever it is, it doesn't really matter. The main question is whether they'll split up.
I can hear Mom screaming at Dad that she should never have married him - just what she says every other day. It's kinda monotonous. She should really think up some new insults.
Was it my fault that I could tell that they were going to get a divorce and couldn't swallow their sugared lies? Was it my fault that I spoilt their so-carefully prepared plans to let the kid know Mommy and Daddy were separating?
Maybe. Maybe not.
All my life, I've been able to see things. It took me a long time to realise I could see them. It took me even longer to realise other people couldn't.
I've always been this way. Always been Naina.
It's all I know how to be.
I have no friends. I have never wanted friends. Alone is what I have. Alone protects me, like a cloak in the dark winter night.
Today, I'm writing this blog because I want something new. Maybe see how ordinary people think. You're reading this line and shaking your head. You're ordinary.
I'm not. I never have been.
And I don't want to be.
My name is Naina. I have the unusual ability to read people and situations. I hate the world and everyone in it. I have always been Naina and I always will be. Nothing can change that. Nothing.
[/Naina]
Please post your comments on Naina's character if you're interested. She's a little bit like Sherlock from the BBC serial.
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