Beauty, an English man would call her Beauty if he were to be translated for, her name. She loved to smile at the wonders of nature. Smiling made her beautiful, at least to her family. Others couldn’t see what was meant beautiful in Beauty. Whenever Beauty smiled, others would suspect she was up to something. They would scorn her. The only one that never lapsed to smile in return was her sister. If Beauty smiled her sister would too. 

A picturesquely home, a lovely school but she could never have added any lovely to her school. Many teachers felt so. They believed she was a pimple to a perfectly flawless face. Each session, whenever students were assigned randomly to their respective classes, they’d pray not to have Beauty as a student. 

Beauty was a responsibility. Some teachers were satisfied with her in their classes. She posed no trouble. Regardless there were times when she seemed to be trouble. It didn’t matter to them. Beauty’s parents always paid their way to apologize for any of her mischief. 

A certain day, Beauty was to go to school. Each day was novel for Beauty unlike her mates who had their days as a continuity of previous days. So she woke that day. Nine year old Beauty woke by herself without having her parents help. 

How strange it was for her sister when she saw Beauty brush her teeth that day. Something went wrong with her. Beauty could never brush her teeth. However, it didn’t matter, the wrong was a right. Beauty could finally brush her teeth. Beauty not only stunned her sister but her parents. 

On a regular day, Beauty wouldn’t wake for school. Her mother would wake her. Her pillow would have been wet by drools. Her sister and mother would have to lift her off the bed. Her mother would have to brush her teeth and bathe her. She’d have to be dressed by a maid. She couldn’t walk across rooms. Her sister would have to be by her side. She couldn’t eat with a spoon neither could she with a fork. Someone had to feed her, if she got to eat herself her clothes would be messed up.

Not a regular day was that day. Beauty didn’t need anyone to prepare her for school. Gleeful was her mother, the only thing left was speech. She had not speech. She had always been effusive. She couldn’t use words to communicate.

The nine year old was driven to school that morning. She settled for class very easily. She didn’t have to be forced to class like every other day. The morning class was an English lesson. The English teacher came in and had a glance at the obese in pinafore. Miss Evelyn was quite surprised to see her in equanimity.

Every other day whenever Miss Evelyn entered the class, Beauty would be tousling with her books. Beauty also had the habit of chewing her sleeves and drooling. She did none that morning. Miss Evelyn was bewildered, she felt less pitiful for a moment. Like every other teacher her cynicism still remained that Beauty would never learn. 

Beauty, an obese autistic with cri du chat syndrome had a seat at the extreme end of the class. Why? She couldn’t take care of herself. She never learned anything. All she did was cry, drool, sleep, eat the edibles and also chew on unedibles. She had notes filled with incoherent words. She had a pencil she chewed all day long. Someone had to feed her. When the time came for recess, she would play raucously. At nine her body grew precociously but not her mind.

Friends, she had so called friends. Only Loveth was a true friend. Loveth had a seat next to Beauty. They both were not within the span of the fore class. Everyone else had their seats far away from Beauty’s. No one wanted a seat next to the beastly Beauty. 

Beauty’s class was like the world, so many characters. The supercilious, the belligerent, the valiant, the friend and the cynical were characters. 

The supercilious, these pupils were mostly females. The high class, they had a category of friends. Beauty could never have been a friend to their friends. If she was, they wouldn’t make friends with them. Few of Beauty’s mates had been of help at one point of contact. Some would play with her during recess. The supercilious had not themselves around Beauty at any point at all. They seemed to scorn her but it was fear rather than scorn. The supercilious were petrified by Beauty’s presence. A soul in such pinafore with other supercilious souls she was.

The belligerent, these pupils were raucous. They only related to Beauty when it was time to play. Beauty was their target. All they wanted to do with Beauty was to trouble her. Impounding misery to the troubled mind, whenever Beauty chewed a pencil they came to act. They would steal her pencils and hide them. Chewing pencils gave Beauty comfort, she loved to chew. The belligerent stole her pencils, they made her chew her bitter sleeves.

The Intrepid, the valiant, these pupils were direct contacts to Beauty. They were the so called friends. In the playground Beauty would chase after them. The supercilious feared this but the valiant had the intrepidity to be chased. They would also chase her too. For them, it was like playing tag with an obese simpleton. For Beauty it was fun in a blue moon. 

The friend, Loveth she was an intrepid too. Most featurally she was a friend, whenever Beauty was lost. She would find her. She played the role as sister by class time. Incessantly, Beauty would smile. Drool would drip down her mouth. Loveth would smile in return. Albeit, there was a morning when Loveth had been punished for unpuntuality. Beauty saw her friend sad, so she smiled. There was no smile from Loveth. Beauty felt sad the whole day. She didn’t chew on pencils. She wanted to feel what Loveth felt. Could she? At least she didn’t chew the pencils.

The cynical, the cynical was everyone. Everyone believed she couldn’t learn. Dull pupils were most times happy to have Beauty as a classmate. They wouldn’t have to take last place. Every class she belonged, she took the last place. She was only able promote from class to class because her parents paid for it. 

Play time was Beauty’s sound time. Congruently, her mind was sound and she made sounds. She loved the game of tag. Messing her pinafore, she would chase after friends. Friends would chase her too. Sometimes she was the beastly Beauty. She would run after friends and place her face in dirt. Sometimes she was the hunter’s beast. Friends wound chase after her and she would fall in dirt. Every play, she had ended in dirt. Every parents’ nightmare was to wash pinafores of their messy girls. This messy girl made her parents smile whenever she came home with a dirty pinafore. When she played, they knew she was happy. While playing was the only time she had a sense of direction.

Miss Evelyn went on with her class that day. She couldn’t but focus on Beauty. Beauty also placed her attention at Miss Evelyn, not her pencils. Beauty stood as Miss Evelyn asked a question. Everyone was dumbfounded. “My sister” Beauty answered. 

Miss Evelyn felt that wet sensation as tears fell to her wrist. She urged everyone to applaud Beauty. Beauty stood watching everyone one clap. She smiled, Loveth smiled too. She stood frozen after everyone had stopped clapping. “Beauty, sit down” said Miss Evelyn. Beauty remained frozen. Everything was silent, she couldn’t hear Miss Evelyn. She wouldn’t have understood her anyway. But she couldn’t hear Miss Evelyn. 

“Beauty”, Miss Evelyn shouted. Beauty responded sitting. She sat and made a growl. Miss Evelyn couldn’t stop smiling as she watched Beauty sit. The growl didn’t stop her smiling. She couldn’t stop smiling until Beauty took a pencil and began to chew.

“Such troubled mind” mumbled Miss Evelyn.