It is the season of the dead, and it is the season of rebirth; it is the season of trees letting go of their leaves, it is the season of leaves turning gold; it is the season of abundance, and it is the season of loss.
Damn, I really am a poet.
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But the boulevard at the entrance to my society sheds leaves. Ones that are orange, red and gold. Like dying embers. Like a phoenix's last moments.
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I wish the case were similar for the 13-year-olds.
By stark luck, Avinash is on the bus today.
I talked with him about the exams-the dates for his grade are different. After seven minutes of conversation, he falls asleep.
I go back to my book.
After a few minutes, Arin boards.
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Exams, of course.
And then he started talking about his grades in his old school.
A surprisingly good student.
But who said I was bad at academics?
I rattle out my grades. In my old school, we had a total score of sixty. In English, I scored full. For my annual examination, I wrote a 10-page essay.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUjw21NVn26
And I got full marks in a fucking essay.
"Damn, that's high," Arin says.
In response, I grin.
"I got 56 or something like that in Science, and a freaking 52 in Math." I vent out.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAKKpVTVHsH
A year ago, I was passionate about science. But something happened as I shifted schools-my marks went down, and I started yawning more in class.
And then, just like that, science went from being my favourite to a subject I just had to cope with.
Arin pulls me out of my melancholic thoughts. He has a crazy smile on his face.
"Let's bet. On our exam scores. If I score higher than you in any subject, you owe me something. Applicable vice-versa as well," He says.
"I accept," I respond.
Little did I know that over two years, this would become a tradition. We would never call in a favor. But, it was ours.
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The chapters will be inconsistent in length as I want them to hit as hard as possible. Also, you may call me Bella Ravenwood(a name i adore, if i ever publish a book, it will probably my pen name!)
This story is also available on Wattpad with 14 chapters posted.
Toodles!
-Bella
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