*On Hiatus*
"So? Do you like me?" He didn't look at me. His eyes fixed on his mobile screen which was blank and had nothing on it.
"What?" I was extremely shocked by his words. Me? I like him? I mean I do but as friends.
"What?" He looked at me. His...
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Everything feels new when things change. Human life is full of changes and why wouldn't it be? We grow, we progress and we get feelings too. Like any other teenage girl, I have also always dreamt about how my first love would be. How would it be when we meet?
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On Sunday night, I packed my new bag with my new book according to the timetable. I ironed my light blue rib crop top and black jeans for tomorrow. This is how I act every time I start a new grade but this shit of mine remains only for a week or two. It's just that I have an obsession to look good on my first day. After all the first impression is always the last impression.
I didn't make many friends in school. Sad. But this time I'm going to have a huge gang. We will have lots of fun, go for outings and be best of friends and for that, I have to be in good mood. So, now it's time to sleep.
I lay on my bed and looked at the white ceiling that had the shiny blue light of the moon coming from the space between the curtains. Beautiful. I see it every day but still, it never fails to make me feel peaceful and mesmerized every time I look at it. Now, let's think about something not very exciting or I won't be able to sleep. Gosh! These butterflies in my stomach are making me more excited.
What should I think about that this feeling could suppress? I tried hard but couldn't find a stronger feeling than the excitement I was feeling. The thoughts of meeting new people, talking to them, laughing, and maybe finding that one destined person or maybe I already have. Went ongoing in my mind.
Surprisingly at some time, I fell asleep. The last time I checked my phone it was 3 in the morning. So, maybe I slept at 4. Who knows? I got up with the alarm that sang my favorite song about thrice. My habit is to sleep on the right side and every time I get up in the morning, I see my sister's horrible sleepy face, and every morning I get a jump scare and she gets to eat my pillow. "Ah! Goodness, when will you learn to sleep like a lady." I exclaimed and then went to see outside the window.
The sun was already high up in the sky but the birds were still chirping and a pigeon couple on the tree that is right in front of my window are busy making babies. Seriously, do they only know this? Come on! Don't show your dirty picture in the morning. I closed the curtains again. What's the time? 10. Not late at all. Nice.
I walked to the bathroom to freshen up and go for breakfast. BAM! Came my mom, getting the hell out of my body. "Mira!!! Misha!!! Wake up!" I was right in front of her. The bathroom door was open and the handle was still in my hand. Was there a need to shout? Why scream your lungs out for nothing?
Just when I was about to say this out loud, I stopped myself. No, let's calm down. You don't want to get angry today. I ignored her and closed the bathroom door.
"Misha!! Wake up! Breakfast is ready. Wake up!!" Misha, my sister. Do anything you please while she is sleeping. Play a song very close to her ears. She won't give you a damn. Sleepyhead, definitely. After finishing brushing I got out. "Ahhh!" I fell after hitting my head on the door. "Damn! What's wrong with you? Are you trying to kill me?" Her curly hair was on her face, covering it, and her eyes were red like hell. She stood in front of the door with a white towel in her hand. No reply. She just went in and started brushing. "Dumb it!" I left the room and sat at the dining table. The breakfast wasn't there.
"Mom! You said breakfast is ready." "Yeah, it is. Just need to keep it on the stove for a minute." Yeah right. I shouldn't have believed her. She loves giving wrong information to everyone. If it's ten in the morning she will say it is twelve at the noon. My bad.
Dad came out after a few minutes and it was already up a minute. "Mom!" She came out of the kitchen and gave poha to dad. I gave her a sign and asked about mine and then there it came after a few more minutes.
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