Teen miss America

chapter 1

As a girl, with a straight crap life and more than crap love life, i was pretty happy. Or maybe I looked happy.

But they say, "The one who smiles the most is the one who hurting inside the most." Somedays like today it hurts more than every other day. Maybe because I had the worst day in my school, or maybe because my crush was talking dreamy about my enemy, or maybe that all of this made me feel worthless.

Here am I writing to you people about a story of every teenager. Same old crap, bad parents, stupid people around, bullying, flop romances, high expectations gone ruined, everything that you don't need but you still have.

I am Isa sarol. A Muslim indo- American, lives in new York, age soon to be seventeen. I thought I was a bright student throughout my life, the type of girl every white parents could die for, excellent grades, good sport, always winner in extra curricular. I represented my school all three years of midschool on state debate competition. Chose chemistry,  physics AP calculus and maths Biology and AP english to make my parents proud of me. Aspiring to be cardio- surgeon. Yet somehow my nightmare type physics teacher thought it would be nice to slap me infront of whole class, Just because I couldn't write answers of two questions.

I could easily sue her, because teachers cannot hit there students, but she is Madam j Sean. Her husband is a sheriff somewhere we don't know. But It is rumoured that Noone can do anything to her, because of that. Or that no one tries to, like I am going to do.

I want to cry so bad, and there is a small bridge I am crossing beneath that is a lake, and if I jump from here, I can easily die. It will be only a matter of 10 minutes or maybe 5 if I don't restraint. First water will fill up my lungs, then I'll stop breathing, I'll die, my cropse will be found one or two days after my death, swollen, pale, ashen, and my parents will die crying.

That thought made me not do anything intrusive and I walked on to reach my flat. All I wanted to do was lie on my bed, eat something my mother made, and sleep more, so that my pain subsides.

I reached my house, rang the bell, my father opened the door, " assalamualaikum papa. " I smiled at him, only to avoid his interrogation about my crap school day. "How is my dukhter-e- nek ( daughter dear ) doing?" From his face I knew he wants to drop one bombshell on me. It's like he wants something from me or have some news I have to obediently obey. " I am good, papa. Just tired."

"I wanted to tell you something, my daughter. I wanted you to become an IAS officer in India. You insisted that you want to be cardiologist, and I don't have any problem in that. But new York is just not right for your studies. We got a call from miss Sean today. And I am really disappointed. I never thought that one day I would get such a call for you. But I know that my daughter is not a bad students. The people she lives with here are not good for you. So I have decided that we move to India. " I was listening to all of that but moving back to India, was not what I wanted to do. Like I have lived my entire life here, although I don't have much friends, except for Kenneth who is one year senior to me. But that also is okay with me. Going to a place I am unknown to. It's not going to help with my already shitty life. So I protested.

" dad! How can I go to India? I don't know anyone there. And what's the problem studying here?!"

"Your friends are the problem, I cannot about this topic right now, what I wanted to tell you is-"

" I don't have any friends here papa! Ya Allah!  Who are you referring to?" I was boiling with anxiousness now.

" that Ruby? Who has a black boyfriend. Samson, the boy who failed 2 year. And Shawn, you basically got bullied by a girl because of him!"

" Ruby was my best friend. She left me for ian, her boyfriend. Now Samson is just someone I talk to he is not my friend. Papa, not everyone we talk to is our friend. It's high school, I have survive there and for that I need people! Why can't you understand it."

"What about Shawn huh. You still talk to him. I saw you texting him about Notes."

Shawn is my crush, the guy people have crush on. He's this football captain of our school. Plays basketball too. Is the most attractive guy. And was Samson's best friend, how can I not get feelings? About getting bullied. Yes I got bullied by his girlfriend Suzy, he was double dating me and her. Actually to be more specific he was dating Suzy, I didn't know about. And her was giving me these signals every now and then. Like holding my hands during lunches under the table, calling me cute names, listening to my problem like they were his. I was about to kiss him, but something happened and my father's face came in front of me, and I backed away. His girlfriend got to know about us, and bullied me. He said that he was sorry, and that he liked us both a lot. I chose not to be with him and soon he broke up with his girlfriend too, (she was a total bitch) and we continued as a friend all from the start.

" You don't have anything to say in that?"

" I got bullied, because she was a bad girl dad... let it be. Continue about India." I accepted my defeat with resignation.

" were moving india it's final. You're giving NEET there. If you fail to clear that examinations, kill your hopes of becoming doctor. Start preparing for UPSC."

If I say something. It will go vain. So I shutted my mouth, went to my room, closed the door, lied down on my bed, only to get my head colliding with the adjacent wall.

This day cannot become worse.

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This is the first chapter, I will try to make more chapters really fast, as I am very much excited for this book. Please show some love, vote.

Ps: those who don't know ,
IAS officer is a big administrative post in India.

UPSC is the entrance exam for becoming IAS officer. Which is 2nd or 3rd hardest entrance in the world.

NEET is the entrance exam for entering med school in India. It's really hard if you ask me. I am preparing for it.

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