Turning Sixteen

Chapter 10: Hate is a strong word

Exams ended peacefully, (thanks to my mum and Rachel, her Yoga instructor, who gave me a nice little introduction to meditation which really did help me out.) without me being pissed about bad papers. The very day I had my last Final, I decided to make a Time table for the rest of the month. And I had to do many more things too, pending work, I mean.

I sat on the couch tossing each side, unable to think of anything. I got up and picked a wood-pencil and a notepad. I scribbled an untidy schedule, stuck up on where to adjust my meditation time.

Really, new things sometimes disrupt your old habits.

I tore the page off, throwing both the notepad and the pencil on the floor and burying my head in my pillow. My face burned, and hot fumes escaped through my nostrils.

I felt angry, and irritated, all of a sudden and I don't know why.

Mood swings, presumably.

I went in for a shower and I felt better as I returned.

Beep.

My phone beeped.
'Clara Robinson's popular 'Coffee and Chat' program is scheduled today at 8 P.M.
If you don't want to receive anymore reminders for this show, send an email to theClaraRobinsonShow@styletv.com'

Show reminder. Hah, I didn't need that. I sent an 'Unsubscribe' mail, to not to get anymore reminders.

I had enough of other shows, in my life. No more of them.

I sat at the broad window sill, looking outside at the cold bright-dull street. I saw Jordan and Suzy playing with Karen in the garden, which seemed like some sort of detective game.
I took out a fresh notepad and wrote my timetable again.

Unbelievably, it came out all as expected, and upto the mark. I didn't feel like making any changes at all. Wow.

Beep. Beep.

My phone frantically beeped, twice, and I frowned over it.

It doesn't let me live.

Ellen: 'I'm coming over.'

Me: 'KAY.'

Ellen: 'With Tyler.'

Me: '...'

That was it.

I hated Tyler. I don't know why but I hated him.

And hate is a strong word. So probably disliked.

You know there are some people who haven't even talked to you once but then you get so irritated maybe one because they're too enigmatic and two when they're around and you don't know why but you just don't like em.

He was that sort.

Or at least I generalised him.

I wasn't going to let him in.

I mean I didn't want to. Duh.

Well, maybe if Ellen put up that puppy face again...

Ding Dong!

I opened the door and let my best friend and my supposed enemy In.

In my own house.
In my own room.

My enemy in my room.

Well, this is supposed to be a catastrophe because my mouth runs faster than Usain Bolt.

Oops.