30 Days

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"Mom, I don't wanna go".
There is this feeling like something will be out of track. I didn't look at her and kept staring at my toes. I was sitting on the bed, dangling my feet.

"it's only for 30 days"- said mom and placed my folded clothes in a trolley which was on the bed beside me.

I let out a sigh of discomfort as I stood up. I kept my Dairy '2015' along with a dictionary and chained it up. I couldn't convince mom and I lost my courage.

I had just completed my high school and was free from stress. It was only a week that I was back home from boarding, hoping I'd be able to eat some homemade tasty food and have enough sleep but NO! My principal was the main reason that I'd be thrown in a 'jail', again. Well, a convent with so many rules and regulations, you definitely will call it a 'jail'. If that was not enough, there was a dress code too. No, not saree like in Indian jail for women but a pant and a top, maroon in color with white border! Not more that 2 sets!

"wake up!"  a faint sound.
"WAKE UP, DAAAWN!" Someone was shouting. I slowly opened my eyes like newly wedded wife ready to see my husband but instead I saw my mom standing next to my bed with a horrible facial expression. Trust me you don't wanna know. She was wearing a saree and her wet hair was wrapped up in a towel.

"hmm, waaaaat izzzz wroooungg?",- stretching the whole body with a yawn still couldn't lift up my body.

"Look at the clock", - she pointed to the clock which was hanging in a white-washed wall and continued, " do you even realize what time is it?" and she pulled my blanket. It was a month of April, date 17th, 2015. Whether it's hot or cold, I love blanket.

"saaaven darrrty"- again with a yawn. I rubbed my eyes and sat on the bed, "it's only 7:30."

"Your sister will be late!" she yelled.

What that has to do with me? I thought.

"Your dad will be dropping her on the way," again she yelled answering my thought.

I can hear you. I was too lazy to speak. I scratched my back as I got up and straight went for freshen up.

Though I am a girl, I don't take much time dressing up. I don't even use any body lotion or any face cream. Hard to digest? I understand.

"you are not going to comb your hair?"- Diaz beamed. She stood, arms crossed, watching me with an irritated face, dressed up in a dark blue skirt and a white shirt with a tie, and a black shoe with red socks.

"Nah." I can't afford to digest any more facial expressions, can I?

And I don't comb my hair! Occasionally, I do.

"we are here!"- said daddy as he slowed the car, took left turn and drove past the gate. Diaz got off like in an one and half hour ago and I fell asleep after that.

"Eh!" - I can only utter that bearing the pain on my neck with an abnormal heart beat and wiping the sticky saliva from my mouth.
And I drool too, goodness gracious!

The entrance was decorated with green plants in a pots. The 3 storey building was in cylindrical shape and the front, in middle, had glasses and the sides had small balcony each. The ground floor was see through since it had transparent glass. There was an empty space in the center and both sides had stairs.

"welcome!"
A voice stopped me from taking in the details and as I looked towards the source, it was my cousin bro, who was running to become deacon and was in a state of brother. The stages to become a priest, I think! Br. Ed, his name and my long lost relative. Well, if you are in an unknown place even a distant relative becomes close one. It wasn't like he was waiting for us, it was dad who called him up as soon as we got off the car.
Dad was already shaking hands with him.