I was like some kind of unwelcome insect that had burrowed its way into the garden. It wasn`t that he or the rest of them wanted to see me dead. They just didn`t want to see me at all.
I guess that was why I couldn`t leave. As much as every part of me was screaming to get up and run, as small and alone as I felt, somewhere inside me was a tiny shard of anger that wouldn`t let me go. I swore to myself I`d still show up every day at that oasis to sit through those lessons, to make everyone see me. Every day until my naming day, when I`d be forced to join the Sha`Tep forever.