It's been four months since I moved into my new school
FOUR FUCKING MONTHS.
And I've already gotten into trouble.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP05yBcQp64
The ugly kind.
But I'd rather not talk about it.
Because you only live once, right??
I miss my old school like crazy. I miss having my twin bestie, Arna, and of course, my moral compass when it comes to books, Sanika.
Four months feel like four years.
Conflict has been a constant companion-I keep asking myself whether I'm truly happy here.
I know I'm engaging in cheap dopamine through this school. The society here is crazy. They're homophobic, unaccepting of something different, and the social hierarchies are formed on looks, so naturally, I'm somewhere near the bottom.
I have short, curly hair-it reaches my ears, in a messy pixie-bob hybrid. My features are too soft, my jawline is as blunt as a knife with no edge, and my nose is too big. The only thing I like about my appearance is my fair skin (no racism is implied here, this is just the character's view!!) and my chocolate brown, slightly hooded almond eyes.
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Chocolate, however, is fine.
Shaking my head, I return to my book.
We're on the third stop.
Avinash gets on before me, but he's always late. The result? I have no human, sensible company until Arin arrives.
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Why do I know that?
I manage to read fifty pages in ten minutes, which I consider slow.
A bag thumps loudly on the seat opposite me, and that's how I know Arin has arrived.
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Or at least, that must be something they believe in this school.
Arin looks frustrated. So of course, I egg him, because that's my life.
"Why do you look like someone dropped an egg on you?" I ask.
I shouldn't have done that.
"Naah, they dropped tomatoes on me as well." He says, groaning.
In response, I tilt my head, raising my eyebrows.
He replies, "Relatives. Maternal aunt and uncle. We went out yesterday, and my family literally has a seven-seater for when relatives decide to drop in."
Laughing, I say, "That's shit for you."128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjHDzFfyVIS
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"My room was taken by my cousin."128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxXrBGYAtWP
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"So you slept with her?" I ask, smirking
Looking at me as if I might be dynamite, he says, "What do you mean by that, Smryna?"
I still flinch when he uses my name. The two syllables don't feel right rolling off his tongue. They feel....incomplete. Unrequited.
"I mean, were you forced to share the bed with her?" I ask, my tone goofy.
"No, I slept on the couch."
"That's-" My sentence is cut off by my coughing. I have a cold, the result of travelling in a bus that has the AC turned on 24/7. I reach for my water bottle.
"Khane ke liye kuch hai kya?" He asks.128Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcPOKIPHADk
(Translation- "Do you have anything to eat?")
I toss him a container of pasta.
He takes a bite, and literally freezes.
"What?" I ask, frowning.
"This stuff tastes amazing. Like, seriously."
I chuckle at that. The reason for half of my friends is my mom's food.
Is he a friend though?
My nails continue to peel away the skin on my fingers as a sign of tension.
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and then Add to home screen.