Kande Beach

Begging

If I tell you that I'm happy with my life, would you believe me? My head was light and I was professionally light drunk. The wind was in rush, step by step as I went higher and higher of the slide. I felt most high in my life at the peak of this water slide.

Beggin from Maneskin was blasting on full volume from my dj speakers and I was the happiest person on earth, Until Yasmin said, "I'm going to Harvard too."

I sadly looked into her eyes and gave her the most convincing fake smile. But in my mind I wished that I shouldn't have invited her to my beach house party.

"Well, I'm happy for you," I replied and I gave my body a slight push and leaned back. The water had taken control of my body as I started sliding down slowly and then furiously. Leaving her Behind, there I was laughing like a manic, just like joker, sliding down the water slide and in fraction of time I hit the water in the pool. I was thrown into the depth of the pool. There was a moment of silence. The type of silence when you try to sleep in the night. I didn't try to come out because I felt like a mermaid. I started pretending I was a Mermaids as I started moving my bottom part up and down in the water with a full-body wave. I pretended that I had flukes but before I could enjoy more I was out of breath and I had to come up to catch my breath.

Everyone left after midnight. I went back inside and turned on all the lights. I grabbed an apple and sat on the stool. No one was around, just me and my beach house. I could hear sea shore. I wanted to do something but I gave up and made my way to my room for sleep. It was the most saddest thing in my life. Sleeping was sad Because I wanted to live more before I sleep or maybe I was afraid of darkness that was why sleeping was difficult for me.

As k threw my self on the bed. I locked all the door and checked cctv to see if security guard was doing his job well and he was. He was smoking cigars. I turned off the all lights via a app downloaded in my tab. then I remembered I installed new lighting in my closet so I closed my tab and put it aside. I made my to my closet which was full of shimmering short dresses. I loved shimmer dresses. My eyes landed on a black backless dress with halter - spaghetti straps. I quickly tried it out and god, was I hot? It hugged my body perfectly. I untied my hair and partitioned it on the side ways and I posed in front of a mirror and took a mirror selfie.

I immediately post it on Instagram with the caption "Late night scenes". I scrolled down my feed and Yasmin had also posted something about successful Harvard application. I saw was Yasmin had posted a story and I checked it immediately because I thought it'd be the story of us. I held a beach house party. Where were Our pictures? She was with another friends, at a restaurant - looking happy.

My friends, everyone was going out of states or abroad to study. So it was just me, who hadn't decided what to do next.

I remember next day waking up at 1 and everyone was having lunch and my parents were mocking me how a big fat spoilt brat I was. When did they come here and how did they get in? I thought.

They all noticed my presence.

"Nishaan, your brother's preparing for Oxford,"

"Hmmm" I grabbed my juice from the table and made my way to my dad as I was going to sit on his lap he indicated that I shouldn't. My heart dropped as I felt embarrassed.

" I have signed up for an exchanged program in Seattle for a short period."

"He's kicking you out," I stuck out my tongue at my brother.

"It's for you, Nishaan." My dad started.

"What!" I put my juice on the table.

"So I need you to please listen to me and without being dramatic accept it and do something nice at least once for me." My dad spoke like he didn't want to talk to me at all but he was doing it because he had to.

"What are you talking about?" I looked at my mum who was just sitting there like a mute person.

"Next month you're moving to Seattle, everything is arranged," he said while wiping his mouth with a napkin. There I was getting kicked out and my niece Layla, couldn't be more happier.

"Nishaan sisy, then can I have your room and your closet?" She grinned.

The audacity of this bitch.

"FUCK OFF!" I roared but I dig my own grave. Aunt rose and uncle John's mouths hung opened.

"That's it young lady! you're going to Seattle" my dad yelled as he stood up and stormed off.

"You're a bad influence on my Layla. You should be ashamed of-," aunt rose stood up - being dramatic as always. My aunt lever liked me. Yes! she was one of those - fat, judgy, pretty, rich, short in height, wears too much expensive jewels, obsessed with their kids and gossip like there's no tomorrow - type of aunt.

"Oh please! she's fucking my brother!' I smirked and Layla's face became pale as they looked at me with wide eyes and Sam, he looked like he was going to shit his pants in any minutes. I stood up and left the living room.

First of all my friends are leaving me and now my dad was sending me somewhere, I had never been to nor I knew anyone there.

Tears welled of in my eyes as I stormed off out of my house after taking keys of my Lamborghini and I was driving so fast that I crashed my car in someone's yard, totally Breaking a fence of my neighbor and fractured my arm.

I and my neighbor auntie, Lolita Berlusconi screamed at the same time.

Well she screamed "my just renewed five thousand dollars worth fence.

I screamed "shit! I just did my manicure"