Project: Meera

3. Feeling blue

The last bell for school end started ringing and I rushed out. I wanted to go back to Singapore and forget this weird day at Modern International.

As promised I saw the Audi parked right where the driver dropped me. I was closing the door when a breathless Meera approached me. I wanted to crush this cold hearted nerd underneath the shiny black tires. "What's it Meera?," I asked irritated. "Sorry for what happened today I don't talk to strangers," she replied mildly. A stranger! Did she think I was a kidnapper? Meera continued, "can you please listen to me?"

The terrible day made me sad and I just nodded my head. "I don't befriend new girls most of them are mean. But I can help you we have a test tomorrow," Meera said in an unsure tone.

Dang! I had forgotten these weird schools have like homework, assignments, weekly tests and exams. Its like they don't want you to live your life!

I had to ace the test to prove my mom wrong, "how? I barely know you and you are clearly not interested in being friends."

Meera uncomfortably looked on the ground and answered my question, "the thing is Mrs Bala told me right now that I have to help you take the test tomorrow."

I banged my door closed and was fuming with anger as I replied, "fuck off and tell the same to your Bala."

When I reached home all I wanted was some sulking time in bed but there sat my mother all poised on the sofa and started her interrogation on my day, "how was the school?", "Did you like it?" , "How are the teachers?", "Did you make friends?"

"I'm tired. Let me go and rest for a bit," I replied and climbed the stairs to my room.

Surrounded by the covers I still seeked warmth. There wasn't anything familiar in the room to comfort me. Not my photos, soft toys, my lamp, heck even the wallpaper and bed weren't my choice. And my tears started flowing remembering my glorious life in Singapore, my father and my friends.

I woke up disoriented and looked around to see the time on my mobile. I realised that my phone was still in the school bag. Wow! I had survived one whole day without my phone. The clock was at 4 AM an ungodly hour to wake up. I went down to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and took a disprin. I must have cried a lot as my head hurt.

After the disprin I lay on my bed deciding how to go back to Singapore and waiting for my head to feel normal. I could stay at the hostel. Hell! My friends would offer their place too, I'm sure. All I had to do was convince maa. I picked up my phone and as soon as I saw my Facebook feed my heart sank. There sat my 3 friends chilling at Starbucks at Orchard Street and they looked happy. I would have to kill my pride to ask them to let me stay at theirs.

Feeling terribly sad for how my life was turning up I closed my eyes.