Disclaimer: The story’s mine, no one else’s. And I didn’t steal it!

Author’s Note: All right . . . Kavari was not based on me . . . she was based on someone else. But some of her thoughts were based on mine, so . . *shrug* This was a writing exercise, believe it or not. And Kavari’s not a Hindi name *lol* I made both the meanings and the name itself up. It’s pronounced Kah-varee, by the way – there’s a little emphasis on the ‘e/i’ *g*

You ever heard of that saying ‘Life’s your [own] [personal] teacher’? Well, guess what: that stuff’s complete idiocy. Life not only disappoints you, but also completely utterly fails as a teacher. The things that happen and the effects/results of it is not a part of life; it’s only human mistakes, as a whole, being magnified an infinite number of times bigger and being called “the lessons of life.” Humans teach themselves; and themselves alone. They are the ones who learn from their doings; they’re self-taught. We humans self-teach ourselves, and without any “help” from technology, too.

If anyone were to take a look at me right now, they’d instantly run away in fright. I don’t consider myself a part of life; nor do I consider myself a human being, ghost, or monster. I am, to put it simply, nothing. A nobody. And forever will I stay a nobody. I’m only a hindrance to society. A menace, a nuisance, you name it. Basically anything you can think of and name that’s the lowest of the low, you got it.

My name’s Kavari. It (supposedly) means “free bird” and “spirit” in Hindi. I’ve already told you that I consider myself a nobody (loser doesn’t cut it). So here’s another reason why I’m not a someone.

Namely, my reputation.

My reputation is basically the “depressed smart girl who will put your family in danger if you ever get in her way” kind. The fact that both Mom and Dad have “dangerous” jobs – the town sheriff and a prominent gang leader – makes them – not to mention me – “people you need to watch out for.” So, yes, that explains a whole lot.

In this cold and absolutely and totally completely merciless town that I have the unfortunate luck to live in, a gang leader’s daughter is supposedly nothing to be proud of. Even if your mother happens to be the blasted town sheriff who puts her life on the line all the time (and in turn gets evidently nada at all for it), you’re considered an outcast. An outcast of both society and high school, that is.

When you happen to be a Haughton like me, you’ll feel the same way too. Nobody dares to look you in the eye – but whisper viciously and without any mercy and humility at all when you’re not there; people cower right in front of me even though I don’t say anything to them; the teachers cast you horrified looks and don’t place you into a group, and thus making you sit there alone. Apparently, all seven of them think ‘the girl’ (that’s me; obviously they think my name, and not to mention me, is “the spawn of the devil”) is, and I directly quote, ‘too dangerous and might cause a disturbance (ha) or harm to one of the students, or more, if we place her in a group.’

You’re wondering why, right now, everyone hates me so much, right? The truth is, I don’t rightly know, but the resentment (Oh, did I mention that they’re also deathly scared of me?) comes along as an extra bonus since I’m the one who gets all the grades that everyone’s dying to get. (A+s, mostly.) I also get the idea that, in their eyes, they think of me as a worthless loser who doesn’t deserve anything at all in the world, and that my family and I are abnormal. Ever since my family moved here when I was seven and Mom became the town sheriff, they think of us as dangerous. Which is quite preposterous really, once you think about it. Sure, I may have the look of a depressed fifteen-year-old, but I’m not dangerous. Hell, I wouldn’t even have a friend if I was dangerous, would I?

Can you imagine a world where everyone completely hates and despises you (and not to mention they avoid you like The Plague)?

That’s what I meant when I talked earlier about how disappointing and a huge letdown life is.

‘Life’s your [own] [personal] teacher.’

Well, Life, please teach your student Kavari on how to completely loathe you.

Thank you and good night.