Everyone has that one chapter they don't read out aloud; Some people have a lot of them
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St Martin's known for its tales of - true friendship and competitive spirit.
This story is about how they deal with their lives once the darkest side of thei...
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Kyra'sPOV
"Kriti? "
"Kiyan? "
Wow. How does every handsome guy on Earth know my sister? Okay I think I know the answer
My sister is a wanted criminal. She has to be arrested for torturing me since so many years.
"What are you doing here Kriti?" He asked
"I could ask you the same question Kiyan, since you are in my college" She said
"That's not what I meant, I mean why are you in this room? " He asked
"Rajbir sir said I had to meet some officer and I am guessing that Officer Roy and Kiyan Roy are basically the same person" She said giving a smirk.
" So You're with them? " The officer asked smiling.
Wait, Was he enjoying this argument? Because I am not!!!
" No, They're with me " She replied confidently .
This girl, I tell you has to be a lawyer. She's good at arguments, Above all she's got this crazy confidence from I think Mars and above all she's the best at manipulation of things.
" Smart as always huh? But I don't think this is the place for our humor,We have works to do" He said.
" Yeah I get it" She said nodding.
"So, all of you'll can leave now we will go through the CCTV footage and let you'll know if you'll are needed " he said as Kriti handed the footage to him.
"And I'll see you Kriti" He said winking.
All of us walked out of the counselor's room.
I was walking through the corridor when I heard people whispering about me. If Veronica wouldn't have made that video, All of this would never even happen .
Suddenly, my phone buzzed and I checked it. I was tagged in some post. It goes like :
Serial killers : doing a lot of research and planning on how to murder people .
Kyra: Hold my water bottle!
What the hell was that?That was such a pathetic joke!!
I shoved the cellular device which was pissing me off into my bag and went to my classroom. Thankfully it was recess and there were only few people in the class .
I walk to my bench and there was something written on the bench with ink.
MURDERER.
What the f#@$ is wrong with people ?. How could anyone do this to me? Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't hold them anymore.
"You deserve this" Mukti ,one of my classmate said with a victorious look on her face.
She's the one who's done all of this. I knew it. How do people have so much of hatred in their hearts?.Why did I even consider her my friend?
