The Sad Story

Chapter 1

HuHere goes my answer sheet to read it by the teacher and my nerves are going on tickling and giving a sensation of myself put up on the verge to shout out loud or just to keep quiet be patience. She is the most cruel teacher I ever knew as always just nagging on my head for my silly things in grammer and the most silly things about my appearance. Hey my English teacher is crying out my name...
"Roll no.15.....Sweta  got 38/50".
Oh gosh again scored low and my mom is going to kick my ass out of my home. Don't know what to give her my explanation well that be needed to think later, now face my literal brutal English teacher.
" You need to improve Sweta .....mm...don't use silly articles always all around and be sensible. See Yadav's paper how he wrote so clearly and sensible and how just proper grammar."
"OK mam." I cry out softly but if I had the power to rule over Yadav's paper it might be in dustbin. How could she compare me with that stupid glassy geek. He is one bullshit I have ever met in my lifetime. He is just so over jealous of scorers and too head weighted than his own bodily weight. And my English teacher is best among to be awarded for showing partiality and what does she think of herself to be best with Shakespeare. Well I do don't like Shakespeare and his non understandable archaic English.
Now I have to think about excuses for the home to give to my mom, why God why??? You put me always in danger with these scores. You know I do hard work even you know I pray for you sincerely but you never listen me. I am just not going to forgive you for this. You make me score well good in others and always low in English. You know my mom and my comparison with neighbours and relatives then too you leave out for suffer. And my dad he will scowl at me at other end of the phone being in  Arunchal Pradesh with his face plastered with red paint even though in that cold climate. As usual my mom after making cry she will come and give lectures for behaving to be good girl and to fame my name as worthy amongst our folks.
For heaven sake why do they don't leave me to alone calm peaceful and be myself. I do what I can and I really care for my close ones who are now just my parents and even though they plead me as if my the queen ruining their destiny. How will that suit. Well how I am fluent in English when my cheeks are light red in anger. My English teacher should listen to this. Well she won't because she has Yadav and be dwell upon his literary works and I am a whole dumb.
After the school gets over and sweta with her sister Risha being getting home in bus.
Why my sister is so over reactive. Can't she take things seriously and lightly. Just as crisp as a wafer. Well that was wrong comparison to think to. Always dwelling on my matters with her large nosy nose and peak at my things. What is for her if I scored high or low. Even she scores low sometimes and lie to my parents. This is just not fair by her side and that little big nosy blackmailing me for my scores again....no ....not again. I will not let her rule me and abuse me by any means.
Well my mother is behaving just as I thought. Why is she have to act such furious when she knows she needs to give me a lecture which will go long on my head to ponder upon. And I am not going to ask my mom a apology and because I don't owe her that and even I am not guilty. One only thing I had always been guilty  is about the doll of Shus and how I boasted that day for not doing that act. I am just ashame of myself. How could you do this and I know my inner conscious is leaping out a far distance jump thinking about the thought of it and even though I don't have courage to think about it. What have I did to myself? Why should I lie to the one whom I was close?? I am not able to understand what do I need to prove myself and what I have done to my already f**ked up life. Nowadays I am just in love with the Mr. Night who never questions me for my lost day and allows me to be in my own world. Well let me think what  have I learnt this year? Only I had grew my inspiration for drawing with my seatmate vikrant. Well he is one of the biggest crap who just fights for space for his books and bottle in desk. I was just awestruck when he drew a perfect line in white on the desk with chalk for partition. Well even though he keeps me out of his treasure but he doesn't know and yes I stalk over him ,well not him his drawings!!!! I just love the way he drew the flawless portrait of the great Gandhi. Even Mahatma Gandhi would have given him an award for life sketch. But he and his big mouth and he is just stupid. And how he dare ask me for my coupons which I found in my newspapers for the drawing competitions. I also wanna draw. Well I just don't know should I give him or not? What to do?? He has literally cursed me so much for even a single fleet of frock to touch at just the space at the edge on the line. How he could be so silly?? And without even having a second thought he asked me for that, well he really thinks me as his friend or no just a cruel stricken seatmate. May be I will give him and he is so great in his talent and I have to improve so much for my drawing to join in a race. Well I will see in the morning. And I still have no one in my friend list and I am still searching for it. Well will I really have a good friend for my lifetime?? Can I really have one....no.....err..what I done to Shus. May be its in my face written and trust me I will change my attitude but still no one finds so called friendship puppet in me. I will change. I will be easy.