Beyond Enclosure

Our country has always been split in two - the lefties and the righties. Whilst people go around using this to describe the hand they write with, it's different for us. Because those two words mean more than you could ever imagine. // A story about the power of love in a society where differences aren't accepted.


5. Chapter Four

"Valencia! Valencia! Valencia!"

I hear my name being screeched down the hallway, of course by the one and only: my brother. He flies into my room, papers grasped in his chubby little hands, hair sticking up at the most awkward of angles. There's been many times when he's entered my room without permission, and not one of them has he had a good enough excuse. 

"Dude, stop calling me by my real name!" I call out over my shoulder, rummaging through my drawers for the hoodie I might have lost.

If anything really annoys me, it's people using the name on my birth certificate - Valencia. So many people say Val is boring, unoriginal, and sounds plain right stupid, but I think Valencia is even worse, and considering I don't exactly have a choice, Val is going to be my name. No buts.

"And also," I add, shoving the drawer shut and jumping onto my bed, "sort out your hair so it doesn't look like you're modelling maths angles, before you attempt to please me with whatever interesting news you have."

He sticks his tongue out at me as usual, before handing me the papers. Snatching them out of his hands, I expect a stupid drawing of me that he 'artistically' drew at school. Instead, my mouth widens with the news spread across the page.

"I told you it would be good," Michael murmurs to himself, whilst I'm still staring at the sheet in awe.

A line of B's are printed downwards next to the score of my science exams. "No way did I just pass my science exams."

Michael smiles for a few seconds, hands clasped together in front of him as if he's actually proud of me, until he realises what he's actually done. Instantly, he looks up at me, hesitantly, and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Why did you open this letter for me? This was addressed to me," I ask harshly.

He stands there awkwardly, fiddling with his fingers. I ignore him, starting on my way downstairs.

"Where are you going?" he questions.

"To ask Mum why the hell she let you open this. I mean, seriously, this is my business," I press on, "I don't understand why you would..."

I walk straight into the kitchen to see Mum seated at the table, reading some other form of letter. Of course. She was the one who opened it. 

"Thanks a lot for sharing my results to the world before I even got the chance to see them." I mutter sarcastically, shoving the paper down in front of her eyes so she stops reading and looks up at me expectantly.

"I'm proud, honey. You did great!"

"Tell me about it. It's an achievement to see Val actually pass her exams for a change."

Mum wraps her arms around my neck, trapping me with no escape. "Don't be a numpty. You've always been bright."

I eventually shrug her off, slipping on my shoes and grabbing my bag. Slinging it over my shoulder, I head out through the door on my way to school - and without the hoodie I was going to wear.

'You've always been bright.'

As if.

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