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Part VI - Brief Flashbacks From The Past

Nessa was never quite liked back in school. Rumours had it that she had attempted in killing some teacher when she had swung her backpack downhill on their fieldtrip to the mountains. People pegged her to flare up trouble wherever she went; both students and teachers unanimously disliked her rude attitude.
During lunch, Nessa sat on her own table and ate her own full packet of Hershey's Kisses. Her mother allowed her to take them to school for the purpose of sharing them with people and making friends, but ultimately Nessa ended up eating them by herself.
Natalie Verona, who hadn't known till then that the brave little girl she had acquaintanced with the other day went to the same school as she did, came hopping into the cafeteria.
For a moment Nessa was genuinely surprised to see this small blonde girl again - that too in her own school -  and the next moment Nat saw her too, so they both kept staring at each other, till Vanessa blurted out "Do you want some chocolates?"
Natalie gladly accepted, and jumped over to a chair opposite to Nessa's so that they both could sit at one table and eat Kisses.
"My mummy says that my teeth will all rot and turn brown if I eat so many chocolates." Natalie giggled embarrassedly. "Well, at least if both are teeth were to rot and turn brown, yours will rot first."
"Well, my mum says I am to share the chocolates with friends, but I usually eat them all by myself." Nessa said dryly.
Natalie looked at her companion curiously, her mouth full of chocolate. "Why don't you share your chocolates with your friends? That way maybe your teeth will not rot and turn brown so early."
Nessa gave her a hard look. "I don't have any friends." She gave each word a hard emphasise.
"Really? I can be your friend, in that case." Natalie suggested happily, as if she couldn't see the dark emotions inside her companion. Vanessa didn't say anything, so Nat continued "Now you've got one friend! Isn't that awesome?"
"Yes. It is." Nessa pulled out a smile, and then jokingly added "Except that now I can't have all my treats by myself."
But it was since that day that Nessa realised just precisely how good it was to share your stuff with someone else all the time.

If you had only 1 wish to spend, then what would you do?
Bibliophile had the oddest times for texting; Nessa had just chosen to go for an evening walk in the grounds, by the dirty pond towards where the bare grass met the forests - the place where she had caught Titania and Edmund making out on her first day, and bam! Your anonymous poet friend on Facebook has sent you another weird message that is going to take you for an adventure in the world of deep, dark philosophy!
Nessa pondered over the idea of getting 1 wish, for a minute. What would she wish for?
Perhaps she'd wish that she could get out of this school - that she could go to another school where she could live happily without such crazy enmity with anyone and have real friends. Would she wish that Natalie Verona had not died afterall?
That her parents take her back and love her? That Titania Cross surrenders before her and then leaves her alone for the rest of her life?
I don't know. There r 2 many things I could ask for.

That's why when you are given 1 wish - for absolutely anything you ever want - ask for a hundred unconditional wishes from that one wish, so you can spend each one of them to get your desired diamonds.

Diamonds?

It's a metaphor. To symbolise that all things we value in life have about the same value as that of diamonds.

That's . . .not always true. Not everything has the value of diamonds.

Is it so? Think about one person you truly cannot live without; you may not necessarily 'love' him/her, but at any case, life would be incomplete without the person. Think about that 1 soul, and then see if what I said is true or not.
Nessa gulped. It was almost as if her anonymous friend knew exactly what he was talking about.
I thought u were a poet, not some philosopher/psychologist.

In poetry, there is a meaningful philosophy that demands the depth of the human psychology to be understood.

Apparently, I didn't get that, Mr. Philosophy.

If you didn't, then in the end it can perhaps only be time and experience that will allow you to see for yourself and understand the deeper meanings, that can't be reached by all.

Nessa showcased some real aggressive moves during PE. The day was warmer than the others, so the coach had decided for all the children to play outside and not in the enclosed gymnasium (though most girls were still standing at the contours, legs shaking feverishly, gossiping and complaining about how cold it was).
Vanessa Orville meanwhile played soccer with the ones who dared the weather, and dirtied herself till the coach's approving smile turned into a jeez-you're-dirty scowl.
The warm shower water trickling down her energised body was a relief; as soon as Nessa had stepped out of the bathroom in her fresh clothes, she was met by who else, but Her Bitchiness, Titania Cross.
Compared to her past visions of seeing Titania in neon skirts, pencil heels and extra short and tight school uniforms with her hair sleek and perfect and her makeup intact, this Titania looked quite . . .plain. In comparison at least!
Classes were over for the day, so she was wearing jumpsuit shorts; her hair was pulled back in an effort to make a bun, but with the uneven trim Nessa had given, the bun was quite difficult to make as some locks were too long while some were too short.
She had a dozen hairpins clustered on her head to make her bun look neat and uniform. Her lower eyelids were coated in eyeliner, but her face was washed bare of any further powder or makeup. And on her face was the undisguised sheen of pure hatred and anger.
"How did you get into my room?" She hissed, approaching Nessa.
"How do you think? I stole your extra keys." Nessa lied in her attempt to cover up for Edmund; she still remembered the hurt in his eyes.
"You . . . little bitch!" Titania spat out, tears threatening to flow from her bloodshot eyes. "Why did you do it?"
Nessa remained silent, and Titania walked closer "Why did you?! ANSWER ME!"
"Because you deserved it." Nessa snapped back.
Titania screamed then and slapped her right across the cheek. She tried to claw Nessa's throat, but even half-out of her feet, Nessa tackled Titania's hands in an attempt to defend herself.
Titania was all by herself - just some pathetic, silly Mean Girl - and Nessa could easily tackle her. The only problem was that Titania screamed way too much - kind of like those hysterical movie wives who start wailing and destroying things after their husband's death.
Nessa really didn't want to inflict serious injury upon anyone, but Titania Cross practically asked for it. She would've liked to kick Titania one last time and then run away to her bedroom till the friction between her feet and the ground set the school on fire; but apparently students heard the screams and immediately rushed to help.
So, well, Vanessa couldn't exactly avoid all the trouble, even though the attention went specifically to the screaming-like-a-madwoman-with-eyeliner-stained-tears-dripping-down-her-cheeks Titania Cross.
She did manage to run back to her room and almost broke the door the way she slammed it hard, before the pain from her injuries actually hit her.