It was Diwali and my best friend Abby had gone to India. We always spent Diwali together and so this year, I wasn't too excited to even bother. Suddenly, my mother called me and gave me a red salwar to wear. I hate red, I don't even know why, but when I looked at this salwar, I immediately fell in love with it! It was gorgeous and simple, unlike the fancy things girls usually wear! But I was so confused, I mean we were invited to a lot of Diwali parties every year, so we do our rounds and end up at Abby's house last, but if mum and dad got me new exciting clothes, we were bound to be going somewhere exciting.
3 hours later
We arrived almost two hours early, I wanted to rip out my stupid hair. I hadn't even bothered to style it as my dad prefers me to plait it to Indian functions and fortunately, my mum convinced him to let me just ponytail it. I knew everyone who was there and then I spotted Karan, he was sitting in the corner of a table on his phone. Karan always had his phone on him. I sort of have anxiety, it's not something most people expect from me, but it's a sort of social anxiety in a way. My social anxiety isn't something that makes me shy away from people, but instead, it's an anxiety that requires me to be around lots of people. I hate being alone, even if it's just walking to my locker in the morning, or sitting alone at a party for a few minutes. My stomach is surrounded by a million butterflies begging to be let out, my eyes scan the crowd looking at all those people who are talking about me, or are even just silently judging me. So not wanting to be alone, I went and sat next to Karan.
'Hey Alia,' he said not even looking up from his phone.
That boy I swear, I'm the only one he actually talks to without making grunting noises (apart from the other guys of course). I asked him about school and came his usually 'exciting' responses. I'm pretty sure he would have been just as happy talking to a piece of wood outside his house, I mean he was showing the same amount of excitement a regular person would... TALKING TO A WALL!
I was sick of Karan, he was way too boring, yet all the girls desired him! I honestly wanted to go and check whether they had brains, or whether they were all just airheads. But the only game I loved to play when they were around is to hang around me because the death glares they gave me were priceless and it was even funnier when they came to talk to him and he starts talking to me animatedly. But now, Karan was being boring and luckily my dad came to my rescue. He told Karan he needed boys with muscles to go and pick up boxes from the car and so I went and started checking messages on my phone when suddenly, Karan came up behind me and awkwardly tapped my shoulder. I nodded and he told me my dad was calling me. I scanned the room and found my dad in the kitchen. As usual, he always hung around the kitchen with the aunties. I went up and he asked if he called me and right when Karan was there, he asked if we wanted to sing a duet together and Karan actually nodded. I honestly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me right now. I mean playing games with the airheads was one thing but singing up there on stage, was way to far. For all I know I could be found murdered in bed the next morning! And Karan wasn't exactly the best singer, (even though my singing teacher said so, which is only because his mum is influential to her) so I tried to politely deny while telling my dad no, with my eyes. Then Karan and I both went back into our respective corners.
