He�s not smiling like he does usually.. even seems a little nervous.. �I know, they make you uncomfortable� I think to myself. In fact, I�m used to it, still sometimes it bothers me too, or surprises me, or both.

He�s weighing the onions, occasionally gives a look to them from the corner of eye, still frowning.

Sometimes people think it�s fun if they could have a chance to know what it�s like if try to steal them, but they always fail because they are stuck to me.
I tried to go to police or something, you know.. thinking what they do was wrong. But then I realized it was my fault not theirs. I had to cover them properly or try to lose weight. Sometimes people even ask what did you do so that encouraged him to do that? And I say, I was walking, or shopping, or thinking, then : what were you wearing?....

like they say, �it�s always the tree itself, bearing the worms.�

He is finished with the onions. I�m thinking what else I may need�

By the time passing, I learned how to predict before it happens. People �of that unpleasant type- usually are focused, a sleazy look on their face, if on motorbike or something get slow and try to come as close as possible. It�s easy to recognize them. Though once in the corridor, when I was thinking of the new swimming pool nearby, I did not see one of them was passing by, and when I did it was late.

I�m taking some okra now, at the same time check if my top�s neckline is at its place. Today I�m wearing my blue top. It�s pale and a little stretchy, with a relatively open neckline. Once I poured coffee on it, but I loved it too much to throw it away though the brown spots seemed permanent. Instead I drew small fish on every spot.

I take money from my purse to pay for the vegetables, trying to be as fast as possible.

It started since I was nine. Though I was still a kid in my head, acting like one was not acceptable any more. With every mistake, I was reminded of them, and that I was not a child anymore. Even once I was punished by the high school headmistress, because my wimple was not long enough to cover them. It was �disgusting� she thought. Sometimes I ask myself, did I believe her?

I�m trying to think about my dinner and the way I�m going to make it tonight, or even the exam I have this week�. but it�s still there, inside.. a cold feeling that starts to grow�I�m telling to myself it�s not real.. but �.how much time I have to change it?... inrushing in my veins now �.and how?.....like that ghoul in the bottle �.comes to my fingers �and freezes them on the keyboard������

Psyche Opening the Box, by John William Waterhouse.

Ps: stop what ever you're doing and listen to this.. at least once. especially if you have exams soon, like me.