New Day with Stranger

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Doubts like, don’t he breathe? Appears like statue but alive.

I went out to cafeteria to have some drinks. As you know, my parents were busy, so I didn’t take my breakfast. Just 10 minutes was left, so changed my mind, walked across the notice board, toppers and college’s proud moments were pasted. Indian fighters and athlete’s portraits was hung up on the wall. The place looked clean and good. And then I returned to my class.

As I sat on my place, I could feel that R was staring at me.

“What? Are you ok?” I enquired.

“I wondered that no other people talk to me like you do. I think we have a same level of wavelength at some point. But I feel good!!” he commented.

I feel much better now when he complements about me.

“Friends?” he asked so that made me to fell in to the shock.

“Yes" I smiled so did he.

4th and 5th periods were dull, no teachers came. And here comes the end card for my first day. I packed all my stuffs into my bad.

“Shall I drop you?” he asked.

That is something I want. I thought saying yes suddenly but I paused. My parents won’t come too pick me up so I should walk alone to my home and another thing is that, what if my parents notice me that I’ve reached home with a stranger..

“Hey" he pushed me so I was to the reality.

“Okay!” I nodded.

And then We got up after the last bell. While walking with him to the parking slot, I can see some people were again staring at me. And he had a type of car. He entered in and then I did.

Wow. The car has a royal look inside. It was a grey colour car and had a cushion seat inside.

“What car it is?” I asked.

“Chrysler Voyager" he chuckled.

“American?” I asked as I have heard this because of my role model has this car.

“Exactly. I lived there for few years so” he stated.

He drove the car slowly though there was no traffic. And so within 5 minutes, “Stop, I can walk and go to my home!” I jumped out.

“I don’t want to get caught from my mom's eyes.

Thanks" was my reply indeed. He kept looking at me. And he reversed and returned.

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