𝐀𝐀𝐏 𝐀𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐌

𝟏| 𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ

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I was caught up in a cozy snooze when my alarm blared to life, jolting me awake. I groggily checked the time - 6:30! School was starting in just 10 minutes, and I was still in PJs. I quickly threw my stuff together, grabbed my bag, and rushed to get dressed .

With bread clenched between my teeth, I sprinted out the door, desperation fueling my pace. My mother's worried cry trailed behind, "Eat properly, for goodness' sake!" I flung over my shoulder, "Next time, Mom!" as I vanished into the morning rush.

I jumped on my bicycle and pedaled furiously, racing against time. As I sped along, I suddenly spotted Ayesha, also frantic to reach her destination. Our eyes met, and without a word, we exchanged knowing glances - a telepathic connection that only we understood. The 'one love' trend seemed tailor-made for us, our synchronized chaos a testament to our unspoken bond.

'Running late?' Ayesha asked, her eyebrow raised. 'Looks like we both are,' I replied, chuckling. We exchanged amused glances, acknowledging our synchronized chaos. 'Let's make it interesting,' she suggested, a mischievous spark in her eyes. 'Losers buy samosas from the canteen.' My stomach growled at the mention of samosas. 'Go!' she shouted, catching me off guard. I swiftly pedaled to keep up with her pace, our laughter echoing through the morning streets.

As I crossed the finish line first, I grinned triumphantly at Ayesha. "Looks like you owe me samosas now!" I teased, flipping my hair with a playful smirk.

Ayesha rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Ghanta!" (Forget it!) she exclaimed, laughing as she playfully slapped me on the back. With a mischievous grin, she took off, sprinting through the school gates.

I chased after her, chuckling. "Hey, no escaping the samosa debt!"

As we disappeared into the bustling school corridors, our laughter echoed, a joyful start to the day.

As I sprinted to class, I accidentally collided with our English teacher, Kriti Ma'am.

"Why are you two running?" she asked, her voice stern. "Is this a corridor or a marathon track?"