𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐬

5

Aria POV

Adorable? Who? Me? Adorable? No way, you're being delusional, Aria. He must be calling your moron brother adorable. Yeah, that must be it. Always remember to keep your expectations to the lowest of the lows.

I sighed and buried my face in my pillow. Why am I behaving like this? Ahhh... I am so bored. There's no one fighting, no one is possessed, no family drama, no one dying. Why did my life suddenly become so stable and boring? It's scary.

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I take my words back; life said one sec and bang, here I am, standing alone in an arcade with a 500 rupees (Indian currency) card I don't know how to use and no friends. You must be wondering how I ended up here instead of being on my bed wrapped in a burrito, sleeping.

So I was sleeping peacefully when my mom slammed open the door without knocking. That's brown parents, y'all. We don't get privacy. I'm used to it now.

"Are you going to sleep all day?" Mom shook me hard, but the stubborn me didn't budge from my place. "Your tuition teacher called me; they said they are going on a trip and you should go too."

"Hmm," I hummed in my sleep.

"Get up, Ria."

"Hmm."

"You aren't going to listen, are you?"

"Hmm."

And suddenly I heard her leaving my room, and it went silent, too silent... and hot. I peeked my eyes open to look at my fan; it was not moving. She freaking switched off my fan, yet again.

With all the willpower I had, I got up from bed, groaning and grunting, wishing I was better off asleep, and how I hate humans even if I myself am a human, but you know what? I hate myself too.

I need to decide if I have self-hatred or self-obsession because whenever I look in the mirror, I find myself cute, those who rejected me are blind, even if I never confessed to anyone in my life. I just know they would. Make sense, no?

Most of the time I don't make sense. Anyways. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, wore something presentable to look good. And last but not least, makeup.
Makeup is my archenemy. I know being a girl means loving makeup, but some girls don't. Or is it only me? Well, I am just being salty because I don't know how to do it. Big respect to all the makeup artists out there.

With that being said, I did a little touch-up, put on my favorite shade of lipstick; it's a must. And there you go, I am ready.

"I'll be back, mamma," I shouted.

"Go safely; your dad is waiting outside," my mom shouted from the kitchen. I saw my brother, Taimur, playing games.

"Momma, what about Taimur? He is not going?" I asked her.

"He doesn't want to go."

"Well, me too. I don't want to go," I whined. She stopped whatever she was doing to give me her death stare. "Okay, I'm going," I put my hands up and took several steps away from her.

I saw my brother laughing at me mockingly. I forced a smile, ticked him off by showing my middle finger, and turned away immediately before he could throw his middle finger my way.

I got on the scooter; were you waiting for a car, my friend? We are not poor, but we ain't rich either. We're called middle-class people.

"Are you ready to go?" My dad asked.

"No," the scooter roared to life. See, nobody cares about my opinion anyways. I put on my earpods; music makes everything better.

And that is how I am here. Did I say I had no friends, and my social skills are worse than my grades? I don't know why I bought the card when I don't even know how to play. There is no one to guide me, and it's so crowded. Damn, I hate people. I want to go home.