𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞
"𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬"
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In a tale of unspoken love and hidden dangers, childhood friends find themsel...
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Z I N A A Y A T
It's been nine months since he and I are friends. I never have friends with whom I can share things I like some talks, or if I'm tensed so someone can consult me.
Azhia was with me always, but before her I was always left out, people didn't want to make me their friends, or if they made they just used to call me if they needed any help.
After coming in London, I didn't made any friends, more like people don't want that. That means I have some problem, that people don't want me in their life.
Today I was upset and happy also, both at the same time now I'm remembering everything laying in my bed and rolling hare and there.
Today in coaching - Flashback Time: 5:30
Today I have history class and guess what I forgot my history book. I never forget bring anything but today I did, I hate reading history it's so painful. More then that the history teacher of our coaching scary as much as history is. I think I need to ask my classmates for book, hope they will help me.
Yes, I don't talk to anyone in this coaching except him. It's not like that I don't want to they don't have any interest to talk to me and it clearly visible on their face.
I stride towards Maria, she seems sweet to everyone I saw it, hope she will share it with me.
Hoping that I called Maria slowly, she truned towards me and she gives me some kind of 'eww' look like I'm a dirty creature or something.
"Um- actually today I forgot my history book, can you share yours with me?" I asked slowly. She first stare at me them burst into laughter. Wait is I'm joking to her?
"You want book? You really think I'll share my book to you, so dumb of you than." She said sarcasticly and again spoke, "Not just me, no one will share books with you because you aren't our type to make you our friends." She finished, when I listened her, I felt an ache in my heart.
Is really I'm not worthy to become anyone's friend?
"Is there any problem with me, that your so called type can't matched with me?" I didn't meant to say it but I'm in anger. It always happens to me, whenever I'm sad I become angry. And whenever ever I become angry I cried.
I know I'm strange. But still people can't have the right to judge me.
"Look who is talking back." One of the girl from the group said.
"I have my mouth, and I don't need your permission for talking not at least from a inhuman person like you." I told her, she is boiling from anger it clearly visible in her eyes.
