Chapter 2: Miss Di

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The cab finally reached a city. A city. She hadnt really known which city it was. Asked by the cabman about her name, she recoiled. She had wanted to start a new a life, did a new name count in? She wanted to name herself, immediately she said "Dianna, Miss Dianna". She didn't want a surname. She didn't want to be associated with anyone. The cabman smiled, a weird grin it was n then drove off after being delivered some notes which Miss D had saved so elegantly inside one of her sleeves. Now only a few were left. Could she have started a new life with the rest? She had a degree in Literature. A diploma in teaching which she had ignored so idiotically and mercilessly when she had thought she had found the love of her life. But now it all seemed very clear why she had ever been into literature, and that was because she would be able to start afresh later in her troubled times. It was after noon time. Of course a day had passed as she had run away from her home the last afternoon. She was sleepy yet she was awake. She was tired yet she was fresh. She was hungry, yet she qua full. All she had was thirst, and which now she knew how had to be quenched. Her first step would be to go the bank, get the money she had saved about fifteen years ago. Then go to as many schools she can go to and enroll for a teaching program, not for money, but for something else, salvation and to perish the guilt she was through of wasting her life coz of someone so vain! But even before that she looked up for signs of rented places. She started off. She could see people all around not even noticing her, ladies running off to their jobs, men trying to steal a glance at her face and children merrily running here and there.  She knew it was time. Time to be free. She was Dianna now, and she was on fire. Dianna enrolled herself in a room, not a house. It was a room as big as a small school'a classroom. It had kitchen and a bathroom. Kitchen was just a slab on which some basic kitchen utilities were left. She felt at home. She arranged for some blankets. The landlord was was an old and kind lady and looking at Miss Di reminded of her very own grand daughter who had gone somewhere she didn't remember where. But people had tried to convince her that she has died but she just didn't ever believe it. She gave her blankets and gave everything she needed for daily food. Miss Di was elated, she had found a home, saved a lot of money, and had found a granny too. She set off for the bank. She signed some cheques and her eyes glistened with tears as she took the last deposit her father had sent her, thinking how she had ruined the beating of so many hearts running for the brutal and violent feeling she had believed was love. 
It had been a long day. Miss Di returned home, made a tea, cooked some bread and finally lied down on her new bed. And suddenly she realised how warmer it was to sleep alone. And then went off, into her dreams addressing herself as Miss Di.
A new day started. The alarm went off. It was seven. Time to report to the landlady and ask her of some schools she could work in. The landlady was busy making some tea, and miss Di was of course forced to join her in the breakfast. "So Dianna, I won't ask your history, coz I have seen people like you coming in, reluctant to tell what they have been through, guess they just want to focus on their future now. But Doll, if you could tel me all what you have learnt back then, would be easy to tell you some jobs for ya. Eh?" The lady had been reasonable. There was something in her speech. Something not kind but not evil either. Something she just wanted not to be there. "Gran, I have passed a literature program in the University of Oxford with honours and have done a teaching program in Leeds." The gran'a spoon fell. Fell with astonishment and joy and some doubt. But she knew someone looking like her daughter wont ever lie so she just told her bout the best school in the city which fortunately wasn't very far away. The Cheshire High it was. "Doll, they will take you right away. People don't run off to this place after coming from Oxford and Leeds. You better go apply now. No cabman would not know the way." Di smiled.


Submitted: December 19, 2014

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