Chapter 2

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Ishita. That's my name. Let me tell you more about myself.

I just turned 19 last week. My father is a teacher at a public school. My mother stitches clothes at home as a hobby. But our neighbors sometimes pay her for her help. I already told you about my siblings. My little sister, Mishii, who is 13, is a trouble maker and the youngest in our house. My brother, Hari, who is 16, is the sincere one. I am the oldest and the average one.

Trying out different things is a huge part of my personality. I tried painting, sketching, embroidering, writing. Turns out I was really good at writing. After finding out my talent, I started writing poems, short stories,etc. I participated in several competition and won a few prizes too. My father helped me with my vocabulary when I was younger.

As a child, I has this dream to help everyone in need, however I can. And so came along the dream to be a doctor. My mother shared my dream more passionately than me. Growing up I learned about the different types of doctors one can be. For some reason, curing kids struck my mind. And since then everything I did was a step towards my dream.

Since I was a child, I had this dream to go to New York for my education. Become a doctor. Find love. Marry him. Set a family. And live my life to the fullest. The first part to accomplish my dream was done. My father has collected enough money to go to New York to my dream university. The Birchwood blackwell University Of New York. Now, I just had to study with my whole heart and complete the second part. Let's just hope everything goes well!!
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I Woke up from the shrill shout of my mother from downstairs. Still too sleepy to open my eyes, I put a pillow over my ears in hope to block her voice. But my mom was already over me snatching the pillow from me and throwing the pillow to the other side of the bed. My brother grunted while turning his face away in  deep sleep.

"Get up Ishi. You're gonna be late" She yelled.
"Just a few more minutes ma, please..."I cried.
But she pulled me up by my hand effortlessly until I was sitting. I groaned but got up.
"Go take a bath. I want you ready before 5. Understood?" She said louder than usual to make sure I heard.
I just hummed while rubbing my eyes.

I stumbled towards the bathroom as my mother went downstairs to, what I guessed, prepare my food. I stood over the sink and looked at my reflection staring blankly back at me. I looked like a mess. My lips were chapped and my hair were flying in every direction. I yawned and started brushing.

I came down half hour later. My lips shining from applying gloss. Wearing my red shirt with Taylor Swift on it with white rugged jeans and red  pointed faux suede skimmer flats. My hair tied in a loose pony behind my head. Scrolling on Instagram in my phone. When I reached the bottom of the stairs my mother snatched my phone out of my hands and replaced it with a plate of vegetable sandwich and a cup of coffee. I looked at her while twisting my lips sideways. 

She motioned me to eat my breakfast to earn my phone back. I sat on a chair and settled the plate on the table. I started eating the sandwiches. "Wow ma, these are amazing!" She walked past me to the kitchen and caressed my head. I looked up, smiling back at her. My father came out of his bedroom wrapped in a towel rubbing his head with another towel. He just bathed.

"You ready beta?" He asked in a low voice. "YeAh" I said while nodding with a stuffed mouth. He went back to the room to dress up. My mother too went in and got dressed up. I went back up and kissed my siblings on their foreheads while they were still asleep. "Bye" I whispered. Mishii groaned a little and went back to sleep.  I woke up Hari to tell him we were leaving, lock the door. He did so and probably went back to sleep.

Hey people...

Here's the second chapter. I gave a brief background to our main protagonist. I hope you are liking it so far. If you are, don't forget to vote!

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