THE LADDER AND BOY NAMED
ARYANThe sun dipped low , casting a warm glow over Willowbrook . Hana's heart still ached from
the loneliness that clung to her like a shadow . But fate had other plans-a serendipitous twist that
would weave her life with another .One breezy afternoon , as Hana walked home from school , she noticed a ladder propped against the side
of a house . Curious , she peered up , wondering what lay beyond the rooftop . Perhaps a secret garden
or a magical world where friends awaited her .But as she stepped closer , the ladder wobbled , and before she could react it tilted . Hana stumbled ,
her ankle twisting painfully . She winced , clutching her leg , tears welling up . Next day when she
goes school and tears welling up because no one is there to help her as she already injured . That's
when she heard a voice-a gentle , concerned voice that sliced through her pain ."Hey , are you okay ?" The boy who appeared seemed like an angel sent to rescue her . His eyes were the
color of stormy skies , and his smile held a promise of comfort . His name was Aryan , and he was in the
same grade as Hana .Aryan helped her sit on the grass , his touch surprisingly tender , may i ask what happened reply comes
nothing just i got injured and it's paining because ladders fell on me . "You shouldn't climb ladders
alone" , he scolded playfully . Hana blushed , embarrased by her clumsiness . "Thank you", she wispered .
"I am Hana ".Aryan's laughter dance in the air . "Hana , huh ? That's a beautiful name ". He fetched her beg , sling-
ing it over his shoulder . " Let's get you to class ".And so began their frienship-the kind that bloomed like wildflowers after a spring rain . When bell rings
, he fetched her bag and walked her home , their footsteps echoing in sync . They shared secrets-the kind
that only friends could keep . Hana learned about Aryan's love for astronomy , how he dreamed of touching
the stars . Aryan discovered Hana's hidden talent for writing , her fingers creating magic on paper .They sat on the rooftop-the very one Hana had eyed from the ladder-legs dangling over the edge . The sky
painted itself in hues of orange and pink , and Aryan pointed out constellations . "See that one ?" he'd
say ."That's Orion , the hunter " .Hana listened , her heart swelling . Aryan was her anchor-the one who made her forget the scoldings ,the
loneliness . His laughter chased away the shadows , and his presence filled her world with color .They built secret forts in the nearby woods , using fallen leaves and twigs . Hana's parents never noticed
her absence ; they were too busy arguing about bills and responsibilities . But Aryan understood . He knew
the weight of silence-the ache of unspoken words .As days turned into weeks , Hana realized she was no longer alone . Aryan was her confidante , her partner
in mischief , her beacon of light . She'd sit by her window , waiting for him to appear , and when he did,
her heart fluttered like a trapped butterfly .Tell me how's this chapter and do vote ....
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UNTANGLED LIFE
Non-FictionITS A STORY ABOUT A GIRL . IT BASED ON REAL INCIDENTS THAT SHE GOES THROUGH AND ENDURES .