The main character in our story is called Gabriella Gadsen who is in her mid twenties and a single mother of two. She is the owner of the clothing brand GG and lives in Hawaii with her two children. In her free time she runs a support group for women who have been abused. The reason for her leading a support group is because she herself had previously been in an abusive relationship. Gabriella became pregnant at the age of seventeen and moved in with her boyfriend at the time, the father of her children. After keeping up with three years of abuse Gabriella took control of her own life and left her boyfriend having nowhere else to go except her parents. There she decides to follow her childhood dream to become a successful fashion designer. From this she was able to move out from her parents place and get a place of her own for her for herself and her children which shows strength, independence and success. The narrator, Nathalie, is a girl that attends the support group every Wednesday for provided support since she has gone through this. Nathalie looks up to Gabriella for her initiative and strength to create a support group to help people with similar background stories. They became friends after all the sessions and they spent parts of their free time together as friends.


One day after a session, Gabriella and Nathalie go for a coffee but they get interrupted by a phone call from her children’s principle regarding her children. They rush to the school where they are met by the principal, teachers and police. A dark side of hers is released. The principal had called the police after finding out that her children were being mistreated by her. This arose from the late arrival, the late picking up, the lack of food, and the lack of energy to behave like children. Gabriella was not able to take care of her children being a single mother with traumatising experiences. After finding this out, Nathalie starts questioning all aspects of her life she has based upon Gabriella’s accomplishments and everything starts fading for her. Gabriella chooses to take her life to escape the misery, and Nathalie could not do anything to help her. It was too late to fix a broken soul.


Jomana, Julia & Olga NV2C

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Trying to fix something that has been broken can result in two ways: the broken object either gets back together in a stronger shape or it loses pieces of itself and never gets back to its true self.


In this story the broken object was Gabriella Gadsen’s soul. The way Gabriella’s soul was damaged resulted in her being trapped under a grey cloud of hidden misery, pain and sadness which also meant that it lost the ability of ever getting back to its old self again due to the lost pieces of her soul, which were never to be found again. Gabriella may have thought that she left behind the cloud of pain and misery by presenting herself and her life as the “dream” life but deep down she knew that all of this only was a fancy make up to her dull and painful life. As her secret was out, it was like all of her make up suddenly ran down the drain which had her closest friend to realise what kind of life she really had. The moral of this story is that everyone has a grey cloud of their own that is filled with very varying problems from one individual to another. This is connected to the moral of never judging a person's happiness by their money, possessions, success or appearance because no matter how much a person owns materialistically, they still could live a very unhappy life with a very big grey cloud hanging above their heads. Nathalie constantly searched for a way out of her misery but she realized in the end that she could not escape her past and pretended like everything was cheerful when it actually was not. She had to learn to accept that her grey cloud was present and instead move it to another place that is not directly above her head preventing her from seeing and feeling the sunshine that is her future. This relates to not letting the past affect the future. Individuals experience different situations but they cannot let it affect the bright future ahead of them. Lastly, you cannot rely on other people for your own happiness, they can certainly provide support, but in the end it is your cloud and only you have the ability and power to move it and shrink it.


Olga NV2C


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. . .

After that Wednesday session with Gabriella

I felt so hopeful, as in, ready to take a new path in my life, a bright path. For so long I had been trapped under a grey cloud that followed me for years, wherever I went and whatever I did. People always talked about my cloud as if it was easy to escape, “two pills a day will keep the depression away” they always said. However, it was not as easy as simply taking pills and smiling. But this Wednesday, something felt different. The sun was shining through the tiny clouds that would let down a few raindrops later on and I felt that I had enough power to escape this cloud and start a new life with a new purpose, and Gabi was the person grabbing my hand and pulling me out. She, herself had pulled out herself out of this and that is why she had enough strength to help all of us in need. Gabi was the person I always aspired to be, helpful, strong, and with a heart of gold. I was fascinated by the way she overcame her trauma and depression, it is not easy being abused by the person you love, because you keep denying the fact that they chose to harm you. Although Gabi had scars on her body, she wore the stripes like a tiger, strong and majestic. We had a special connection, I wanted to know more about her, who she actually was and how she chose to be that person. I wanted to live for something else, not live to overcome a situation I never asked for.


We went out for our usual coffee time together, to the same cafe every Wednesday. Gabi always ordered pure black coffee, no creamer, no sugar, just coffee beans and hot water. I found it interesting that somebody enjoyed a bitter taste like that. Once, I ordered it when Gabi was not around because I wanted to try it out and possibly like it as well, but unfortunately I could not even finish my second sip. It sounds preposterous that I tried to be like Gabi, but it was just something I wanted to have in common with her rather than our traumatising experiences. Perhaps there was something present in her coffee that made her the person she was, maybe it contributed to her strength and energy to keep her life together. At that moment, she was the most successful woman I had ever met, that is why she enthralled me. She rose up from the ground she had sunk into, escaped the cloud that was following her, and was raising twins at the age 7, all by herself. That day, I had the hope and motivation to become like her. If she could do it then why wouldn't I be able to?


We sat for hours just talking and laughing on repeat, it was really hard keeping track of time when everything felt so outstanding. In mid laugh, Gabi’s phone started ringing and it was then I realized that she had a responsibility for her children that still were in school at 5pm. “Shit” I whispered when Gabi answered her phone with a concerned countenance, it is undoubtedly a call regarding her children. She answered my thoughts by replying “yes I will be there in 10” to the phone that was resting between her ear and hand. She hung up and told me, “we have to hurry, now!”


As she heatedly moved towards the parked car of hers, I anxiously asked, “What is going on Gabi? What is wrong? Did something happen to them?”

I did not even have to convey who them were, I already knew that she knew. Nobody else mattered as much as they did, her two lovely boys. In panic and fear she answered “I do not know, I really do not know but they said it is urgent and I could not bear hearing a serious report via phone call! Just get in the car fast!”


By this time, all I saw outside through the window pane was a grey foggy sky without any bright sunshine, not even white clouds. It almost felt that the atmosphere represented Gabi’s inner feelings in that very moment. However, I believed that there had to be some thunders and lightnings to represent her true feelings. I assured her that it would be alright and that they probably just wanted her to rush to pick up her children, because what else could it have been? If there had been an accident, they would forward her to a hospital, not the school itself. Although I tried to make her communicate with me and give me any responses to what I had been saying the last five minutes, she did not. She just kept on looking at the road and driving as if I was not even there. I got a mysterious feeling about the whole situation by the way she was acting. Why was she worried? Is there something she had not told me? Maybe her children had diseases I did not know of? Maybe their abusive father showed up in school to claim them?


As we reached the primary school, me and Gabi unbuckled our seatbelts fast and were hit by a humidity as we opened the car doors. The ground was still moist from the previous rain earlier that day. I accidently almost stepped on a buttercup in the hurry of getting out, but fortunately it survived and provided the only bright colour there was this late afternoon.While I was running after Gabi I saw a police car parked by the curve of the pavement on the street. I thought to myself “maybe this is more serious than I thought it would be...”


We were met by the principal, teachers, and a police officer waiting for our arrival... Gabi’s arrival.

“Shit” I whispered to myself once more this day, “what is actually going on?” I thought. My thoughts were answered the moment after they told us to take a seat and I saw Gabi cry, for the first time. I saw Gabi’s tears fall onto her own light grey Gabriella Gadsen shirt and I focused on how the tears turned her shirt into a darker grey shade, almost how sadness treats life. She was not happy nor anything else I thought she was… she was shattered, so shattered that she could not take care of them. She could apparently not even feed her boys properly, love them, help them, put them to bed, and get them to school in time. This became obvious that day since she also forgot to pick them up in time, however I never would have thought that they had to be taken away from her.

. . .


“So I guess that was it… and now I ended up here instead of the support groups, it is not the same without her.” I told the curious young man.


“She took her life?” he asked in the doldrums.


“Yes… I suppose she could not see any sunshine peak through the grey cloud of hers, in fact it became worse after the dreadful news, the cloud started striking lightnings as well”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2Q6YO3Ez44

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_1aF54DO60


Jomana NV2C

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Taking a stroll by the park with the presence of a shining sun and singing birds throws me back to the time when everything was as clear as a cloudless sky and good as a chocolate ice cream on a warm summer day.

Wednesdays are for the bigger part of this planet’s population just an ordinary work day in the middle of the week with two days away from the weekend, but for me Wednesday’s are more than that. They are the highlight of my week because that is when I usually meet my friend Gabriella. Today Wednesday 25th of August 5pm, I am carrying a bag with candles in my right hand and a bouquet of bright yellow buttercups in my left through a broad, empty and peaceful path with tall trees swaying on each side, creating a slightly cool breeze. The further I walk the clearer I see the young working guy I see every week, he is wearing a light grey hoodie with black pants, working gloves and holds a shovel, as I pass him by I give him a smile and keep walking. As I get to our spot I place out the aster scented candles, her favourite, light them up, give her the roses and sit down on the cold ground next to her. We talk for a moment before the young guy from earlier shows up curiously asking who she was to me, I answer that she was a very close and important person to me and that she was my rolemodel. He then asks, if she was a relative and I answer with a simple no, I smile and add that she was like a sister to me. The conversation died out for a couple of seconds until he broke the silence and said that he noticed that I always visit on Wednesday’s and asked if there is a story behind my visits. I looked around, saw complete emptiness and guessed that he had some time to kill and began with presenting myself before I presented him the story of my life.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2G8LAiHSCAs


Olga NV2C


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