Her Blood

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It is nauseating. I hate travelling by bus because it is always followed by vomitting, heavy vomitting. For now, I am glad i haven't begun with that business yet. The bus takes a sharp turn and the school I study in is now visible.

As soon as i get off the bus, i witness my catastrophe as she is approaching towards me. What a beginning of the day, god. I sway my hands as if i am greeting her with a 'hi'. She smiles back and is now two inches close to me.

"Hi, You have not been in school for weeks. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, i just wanted to relax."
"Cool. By the way, I hope you didnt forget my name like the last time."
"Of course not" I fiddle with my fingers nervously as if they would help me remember her name. She says it in time "Shivani".
Yes, so she is Shivani. She is kind and nice to almost everyone if you know her partially. You might wonder how i am annoyed by such a sweet soul.
She smiles at me and turns back to follow the same path she had appeared from.

I walk upto three floors to reach my class. I avoid everyone's eyes and take my seat on the last bench beside window where a brown-haired, doe-eyed pretty girl is already residing.

She talks as much as i do so it is not a bother to spend 6 hours of school with her. She tries for a failed attempt of smiling at me. I say back 'hi'. She is taken aback to hear words from the girl who is usually fiddling with her hair trying to always stay shut.

She smiles in a gesture of 'hi'. The teacher magically appears beside her to greet me morning. I greet her morning and take my seat back. She asks "Why have you been absent for so long?" "I was hospitalised" I lie. The teacher asks about my health to which i reply that it is all okay now, she need not worry.

Moments later, when the the teacher is lost in her world of balkan history, a peon appears to tell about the the girl who had killed herself. "She- She just... SHE JUMPED FROM HER CLASS WINDOW." Logically speaking, it is possible. Our class windows are large with no safety bars. I guess we are all free of studying for a week now. It will now be fun to attend school.

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