Chapter Five

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----------After 4-5 yearslater--------

"I m going to the canteen. You wanna come with me or later?" Asked Judy, my colleague who was a dance teacher in the school of Marilyn High where I was working as a guitar teacher.

"Nope. I can't come. I busy, there's a class starting in about 5 minutes. Sorry" I regretting

Now I was 19 now and totally eligible for taking up jobs. After my mom died, it was my duty to take care of myself. I cated abuut nobody but me. Loved nobody but me. I also had to be a jerk sometimes in order to earn a living. The world was tough. But it also taught me things that could not be taught in a school. Something's were only understood by true life lessons.

"Miss vidushi, you have been called by Mrs. Jenfiet. You should visit her now if possible" said the peon and left the room without even taking a second glance. Mrs jenfiet was the principle of the school.

"May I come in mam?" I asked knocking the door which was half open.

"Yes of course."

"So mam you called me?"

"Actually yes. I wanted you to do something for me. I hope if you are well enough to do this job i m handing over, it might make your life better. Than just working as a guitar teacher here." She said smiling and handing me a form.

I read every single line of that form which made me realize that it was form of the final month of admissions in St. Louie College. and through non academic credits.

"I can't get into the college ma'am." I said sadly

"Why. You are getting a chance to be educated again and in the higher standers. So what's the problem?"

"I may get selected but I can't afford to pay the fees. I have financial issues!"

"I never told you that you can't work here if you get enrolled in a college dear"

"You mean I can work and study at the same time?" I confirmed joyfully

"Yes. And other than that the trusty if that college is my colleague, I have spoken to her. If you get selected via your guitar tactics or your that making-different-sounds-from-your mouth talents. What do you teens call that? Yeah beatmixing."

"No mam its not beatmixing its beatboxing." I corrected

"Yeah yeah that. So if you get selected due to your financial problems the school won't make you pay for the fees. It's free for you only if you are good in studies. I hope you won't dissapoint me?"

"Never $ay Never mam." "Thank you for devoting your time and thinking 'bout my studies. That means a lot. Really" I thanked.

I never thought someone who never did belong so close to me will help me in my studies in this away. Really that was the best days of my life.

"So you'll be going to the college tomorrow. There Johnson, my grandson will show you the college"

"Okhay mam. And thank you again. This means a lot"

That day I returned home happily and with a coffee cup sat in the sofa.

"The destruction of teen decoits hampered the Kimberley's family and looted the neighbouring houses. It started around at midnight when people started to hear bullets ranging and......" I read over the newpaper.

Teen decoits were the group of large decoits who looted over a particular place, kidnapped people, killed them. It all started after the cyclone. May of those kids became orphan. Then they grew up and started all these illegal crimes in order to gain money. To live a life. The world fears them. They re the evil of the world now. But this is the real world and life we are talking about. Here there is no suierman or baan to save the world. The world runs according to them and will even end according to them.

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"Dinggggg dingggggg" went My alarm which woke me up. I rubbed my eyes, and walked straight towards the bathroom. Brushed my teeth, opened my clothes and stood under the shower scrubbing my body with a soap. I always loved to bath. I never knew why. I just did.

After getting a nice cold shower, I put on a lotion, got a shiny black top with a white tie and a blue lev'is jeans. I rolled my hair in a Mickey Mouse bun and then I was ready for my interview.

I still remember when almost every morning Michael used to pick me up from school to school and fetch me from school to home . I miss those days. Those gossips about bout boobs and sex and blowjobs and hot guys. Those pranks Michael kept in doing and annoying me. Those hugs from Luke and Michael. Those "everything Gonna be all right baby sis". I miss them all truly, especially my mom. I dont even know anything about michael, or Sara or Luke, Calum or Ashton. Though I never really did spoke to the later 2 guys that much, but I still smile remembering........

--------flashback ----------

"Hey babe...what's up ? After my break up with luke one day calum suddenly asked.
"Imma fine. What bout ya. Suddenly talking to me?"

"Actually i thought you would realize it later or sooner. Well! I guess you didnt. So lemme explain" "i nevah came close to you or spoke to you when you were with Luke cuz i was angry and annoyed that from which angle did you loved him that much. Man you deserve so much better. I always liked you so nevah got close to you. I was afraid that i ll hold you by your waist and kiss you hard baby in front of him . To keep mah control you never saw me near you and Luke. Gotcha sexy?"He gave me an evil smirk

"So you think this flirtings gonna help you get me.now ! cal"

"I guess so pretty girl. Afterall you always get soneone you deserve....dont ya?"

"Hmm" i smiled lightly

"So are you free tonight? I want to take ya on a date. Up for that!"

"Yes. Oh and btw i liked the way you flirted." I winked and started walking.

----------------flashback ends------------
I just 10 foots away from the college gate when my phone vibrated. I took it out from my jeans back pocket.

1 message recieved - Unknown
= hey. I m Richard jonhanson. Grandson of miss jenfiet, the principle of school where you taught guitar lessons. She told me to show you the college and make you understand its rules and regulations. So after you enter the college ask for the reception. I will be there. See ya.

I put the phone back in my pocket & started walking towards the large brown vintage gate.
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