It was two at night by the time all the guests left. Seeing them off, I went upstairs to my bedroom. I changed into my night suit. I was brushing when my phone buzzed. It was Taylor and she had actually managed to call me, to inform us about our result which was finally out. I had aced it with a massive 96.8% Sam was close with a whopping 95.7% I squealed out of joy telling her how much I loved her and missed her as she laughed at my overexcited state.
Hanging up I completely forgot about the time as I rushed downstairs calling out for everyone. Dad! Mom! Nic! Sam! Charlie! I exclaimed. Apparently dad and Charlie had already slept, the others came out surprised. “The result is out!” I almost shouted. “Mine?” Sam asked. “95.7” I showed my teeth, this time trying to keep myself from shouting. Now we don’t want neighbors calling the police, do we? Mum instantly hugged her and the discussion topic changed to Gucci dressed and Prada bags.
They left. I was aghast at their ignorance. Turning back I saw Nic with a wide smile. “Topped all the sections?” he wriggled his eyebrows. “How do you know?” I asked. “Well, Miss Alisha Rathore, I happen to be your elder brother and I bought something for you” he led me to his bedroom. “A laptop?!” my mouth opened in a comical ‘O’ with excitement and awe. “From my own savings.” He smirked proudly.
I jumped, flunging my arms around probably the best person in my life. “Your result calls for some celebration” he winked shaking the bottle of cola before it fizzed out on us. Sticky and uncomfortable, but it didn’t matter.
Next morning I groggily woke up to ask Charlie for a hot cup of coffee when I collided into dad. “Sorry about the late night” he chuckled. “Oh no! We had a party …after a party” I smiled sheepishly. “How very mature, there must be a good reason for that I’m guessing” “The results are out, Sammy got 95.7” I informed him. “And you?” he coaxed. “You care!” I was too delighted. I went on rambling while he heard me out patiently.
Dad laughed at my plight. “So what do you want for a gift?” he asked. Longingly I looked up at him- “Promise you’ll give me whatever I want?” “If this is about going back to L.A., sweetie you know it’s impossible.” I let out a sigh in resignation taking my coffee upstairs. With results like ours admission into a good school was not an issue. Also meeting Mrs. Bisht had some time. Till then life was pretty much a never ending party.
Author’s note
It’s a first in this story! Congrats for the result sweet hearts. Ironically I’m writing this chapter after flunking massively in 12th. Talk about a sad life. CONGRATULATIONS!! :’) Craving for your support at a time like this. Love you all! Stay lovely. :*
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