Queen Siti

Disclaimer: This story is inspired by Charles Causley's poetry; What Has Happened To Lulu? and Sahira S.'s I Have Found Lulu.         Two days had passed since the last time I read Lulu's book. I would not venture to tote my emotions if reveal the truth myself. I was indeed too petrified. However, the fear did not stop myself from overthinking of Lulu. I was aware that the anxiety would take over my health if I let this go on. Therefore, I decided to make a phone call upon Alice.         "Ali, are you busy?"         "No, I literally have nothing to do. What's up?"         "I'm thinking if you could help me with something. Can you come over my place?"         "On it. I'll be there in five."         As soon as Alice appeared on the scene, I brought her to my room.         "So what's the matter?" Asked Alice with curiosity. ...

Disclaimer: This story is inspired by Charles Causley's poetry; What Has Happened To Lulu? and Sahira S.'s I Have Found Lulu.         Unlike the other days, I could not afford to pay attention during History that morning. My mind brimed with Lulu and my unknown past that I yet to decode. All my life never perceiving what I was ought to know made me feel deceived. Feeling too staggered, I lifted my hand and asked Mr. Smith's assent to go to the toilet. I quietly shoved Lulu's diary that I brought to school under my pullover. Forasmuch as no soul saw the journal, I continued making my way out of the class to the restroom.          I failed to hold my idiosyncrasy to discover more of the journal and here I was; sitting on the toilet seat, on the verge of opening the book. Without further delay, I continued where I left off. 22nd June 2009 Omg, guess what? No, you have to guess. Wrong!  Dean asked me to be his ...

Disclaimer: This story is inspired by Charles Causley's poetry; What Has Happened To Lulu? and Sahira S.'s I Have Found Lulu.         I found myself bewildering again. Eleven years had passed since the death of Lulu. Though I was only at the age of six at the time, the scenes that my eyes witnessed were still vivid in my core memory. Till now and then, I still wondered the ground of Lulu's actions. Aside from my thoughts, mother often refused to face my questions for every time I asked about Lulu.          We were finishing dinner at the dining table, quietly. Mother looked like she was deep in her galaxy of thoughts like how I was a minute ago.         "How was your day, mother?" I disturbed the silence.         "Fine," her head did not shift a slight. Her eyes were locked to the yet unfinished meal. My wonder wandered off to her understanding of my concern towards her. I wish ...