AISHA
My exams got over, & we celebrated it nicely at Ash's farmhouse. & now it's time to get back to college. Now I'm a final year under-graduate!
You must be thinking exams in February end, & that too this quick, plus this quick results? Well it's possible, due to the best friend of us students, i.e. COVID-19! It might have taken lives, destroyed economies, but only a student knows it's positives. Hate me for saying this, but this is true!;-)
I got ready for the day, after my lemon tea, workout & making breakfast, I got a refreshing bath, & came out hurriedly. I wore a black off shoulder crop-top fitting me perfectly with my all time favorite ripped blue denim shorts. Again keeping my hairs open, I wore my everyday favorite kohl, some mascara, baby pink lipstick & lip gloss, with silver ear-rings, my Rolex, my favorite pair of anklets, along with mom's silver pendent & diamond ring, which I wear everyday. It's like she is with me.
I tied my hairs in a half-bun, & at last wore my simple sandals, with a little heels. Yeah, I need to look good on my first day, I'll make new friends, & meet freshers. Cool, isn't it!
Even Ishu got ready on time, we ate our breakfast together, & went to college.
I was coming back to the car, to take out books for my first class, which is after half & hour, & I by mistake brought those of my 2nd class. Only to get stopped near the main entrance, where a few students were gathered, & Tia & her bimbo gang were bulling some girl simply & elegantly dressed in a pink tee & a grey pleated skirt. She looked meek & scared.
"Hey you, didn't you get what I said? Are you deaf too?" said Tia, & her bimbo-group laughed, & their laugh was as fake as their body & faces.
"Hey ugly-duckling, why are you wearing your grand-grand-ma's skirt huh?" another one spoke.
Tia circled her, giving her disgusted looks, & the poor girl looked severely affected.
"Look at her hair, looks like a broom!"
"& her spaces, oh my God, I think they belonged to Mahatma Gandhi!"
"Look at her skin, so pale, did she come out of some slum, all hungry to die!"
"No no, look at her fat ass, it speaks another story!" & they kept on making fun of her, all laughing, & the girl was tearing.
"Hey you, ugly face, come here & clean my footwear. They got dirty moving around you!" she mocked & others giggled.
All students gathered around, & were making videos & laughing, but nobody stood against it.
The girl brought out her handkerchief.
" Oh girl, why to dirty it, when your dress is already dirty enough." said Tia.
The girl looked at her, almost begging.
"Rule number one, never look in the eyes of your senior!" said Tia with all her pride, pointing at her face, & the girl lowered her gaze.
"Come fast now, we have other works for you too, lazy ass." Tia spoke looking at her perfectly manicured nails.
She's pathetic.
She was wearing a bright pink clingy dress, showing her every curve perfectly, revealing a bit to her cleavage. Her dress was piercing our eyes in the bright sunlight, just like she herself is piercing our eyes & hearts, with her golden brown hair falling till her waist left open, perfectly brushed, her hazel eyes, highlighted with a lot of products, were shining differently in that dark makeup, dark pink lipstick, on her fuller lips was too bright under the sunlight, & not to forget the layers of makeup shining on her face which didn't match her brownish skin at all.
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