Creative Writing: An Argument Against Jiya

The higher power works hard to cover up the truth, almost as hard as my father worked in the coal mines. My mother and I found out about his death three years ago. He left for work one morning and no one saw him in the evening. Nobody told us the truth about what happened to him. I prepare to leave for school, meticulously tying pigtails, neatly tucking in my shirt, and checking that my skirt fell no shorter than two inches above the knee. All of these things needed to be in order before I left the house. I couldn’t risk getting punished, it wasn’t a loss my mother could handle. I close the door behind me, making sure not to slam it. I quietly walk to school, watching the ground as I step to ensure my shoes don’t make even the slightest …show more content…
“The rules exist for a reason.” “Yeah, but don’t you disagree with some of them?” “I’d rather follow strict rules than die. Besides, I’m looking out for you.” “I don’t need looking out for. You sound like Teacher.” “Stop being so stubborn. You’ll get yourself killed.” I persist in my argument against Jiya’s want to rebel. I don’t want to know what the higher power might say if two girls from the same age group acted out. I don’t want her to get hurt “I’m not stubborn, I’m just curious. Don’t you ever wonder what society is like for the higher power? Who is the higher power anyways?” “We aren’t supposed to ask questions. It doesn’t matter, they’ll teach us that in school. They will provide us with all the information we need.” “Will they? What secrets lie within the higher power that asking questions can bring a person death?” “Jiya, that’s another question. Please, stop. They’ll find you, they’re always listening.” “Why are you so worried about them? What’s the big deal?” Jiya was barely able to finish this question when Teacher approached us. She stood directly behind Jiya, towering over her. Two soldiers stood by her side, detached from society by their uniforms. Teacher looked at me, her eyes piercing into my …show more content…
I need to find Jiya. I need to warn her. Jiya stands across the room talking with a group of girls from our age group. “Jiya, I need to talk to you.” I say to her as I drag her aside by her arm. I clue Jiya into what happened in the office. “The higher power visited you to tell you to stay away from me?” she says in disbelief. “Yeah. I’m not sure why yet. He said that I’d know soon.” I pause. Maybe if I ask Jiya for help, the pieces might fit together. “What do you think?” “I’ve always thought that the higher power wasn’t telling us everything.” She says. “This time, what they’re hiding could be fatal. I wonder what it is. Maybe--” as she says this, a soldier approaches. “Venus, as per instructions by your father, I need to separate you from troublemakers.” The soldier says in a droning monotone. “My father? He’s been dead for years.” Did he slip up saying this? Who could he be referring to as “my father”? I look towards the office. Answers lie in there, the question I ask myself: do I pursue them? The soldier grabs Jiya and pulls her away from me. “Jiya!” I