Second Chance Mate...Maya(On Hold)

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"Where is this stupid alarm clock ? "

"Got it , got it stop it stupid alarm clock , i know its 7'o clock in the morning my time to wake up "

"OK Maya ....Good Morning time to get up " I said to myself after throwing my alarm clock.

I dragged myself towards my cupboard and was looking upon what to wear today. Its not like i have so many choices but even then , i am a princess to me. I decided to wear icy blue jeans with black baggy sweater. However it hardly matters what i wear i have to change myself in my uniform once i reach at my work . Just for information black is my favorite color , green holds second position, i mean comeon you can not expect walls or curtains or bedsheets in black color. Time to take a bath , OMG water is so cold. Sorry but their is no facility of hot water in my dingy apartment. After taking shower and getting ready i looked myself in the mirror " Hmmm ....not bad but not good either"

The girl in front of me is a 5'6" tall girl. Their is nothing so special or unique about me. I just look like every other girl next door. No wait their is one thing in me which is different from others.... my complexion, my features oh hell everything is different from normal US girls. Basically by birth i am an Indian , i am not very fair not very dark somewhere in between. I have dark brown choclate brown almost black big eyes with same color wavy, bit curly shoulder length hair, small nose, pink lips which now appers more dark dunno why . I dont have very sexy figure or curvaceous body infact you can say i have voluptuous body. And their are three tiny but noticeable moles on my neck on left side which appears like someone has made three dots with black sketch at perfect but equal distance vertically. They are somewhat weird but i like them.

So as I was saying i am born Indian, my parents who adopted me , they worked for an NGO so for some official visit they went to India 11 years back and their they adopted me from an orphanage.I was 9 at that time and other than my name Maya and my mother I was not aware of anything. My biological mother was a rape victim , yes i am a raped child but even then she gave birth to me, but after that she became depressed and sad and started taking drugs. One day she tried to kill herself and me but unfortunately we both survived. So from that day i was taken from her custody and transferred to an orphanage for better living. Once in three or four months she was allowed to see me but under guided supervision. I was 9 years old when i first met Mr Jack Woody and Mrs Samantha Woody in my orphanage. They were nice people next thing i knee i was with them in US. They legally adopted me now i am Miss Maya Woody although they never changed my name they said it hold a good meaning according to Hindu Philosophy.

" Maya mean illusion , sweetheart . It is also name of a very powerful and strong Goddess of Indian Mythology, it is a very beautiful and unique name , you should be proud of it " my mom Samantha told me when i complained her about my name.

I complained her that my friends dont understand this name and treat me differently because of my name and looks in my school. I just started my school after coming from India and was trying to cope up with every situation. Come on i mean what can you expect from a 9 years old kiddo girl who wants to shine in the eyes of her friend.

4 years passed and things were going good i somehow was trying to adjust myself and forget my past, i loved my parents they both were amazing , superb , lovey-dovey, funny, supportive. I got some friends also but then again events changed and mom dad met with a car accident. That was Valentine's Day, they both were returning to home after celebrating it when that accident happened and they both died.

I was 13 and again a charity case, sometimes i was given to some Aunt, sometimes to some other and so on.....so on.....so on....

But forget all this emotional and sad drama, i am 19 years old now, living alone, works in a cosmetic shop in a mall as an associate sales girl from morning 9 to evening 6' o clock then from 8 pm to 10 pm as a waitress in a diner. On weekends i would be baby sitting or doing whatever free lance work i can do. Yes i need money, i need money not only for food, shelter , clothes but also i am saving to get enroll in certification programme course of professional baking. I love cooking especially baking. I dont know why that gives me internal happiness and peace and trust me when i say that i am not bad in it.

But one thing which i really miss is Family, siblings, constant bickering of mom-dad all in one 'LOVE'. I always wish for a big joint family where everyone loves each other, plays together, dances, goes on picnic, watches movies and the list goes on. But till now there is no such luck, i dont have a single serious boyfriend , how can i expect a loving and caring family. I mean look at me , who will seriously love me , nothing special , i am not beautiful not anything i think most importantly i lack confidence.

" silly me " i said to myself after hanging my bag on my left shoulder and biting the apple in my hand. I watched the time in the clock 8:15 am , perfect i am ready on time and i will reach in 20 minutes by walk to store if i will leave now.

KNOCK.....KNOCK.....KNOCK

" Who can be this early ?" I said to myself after hearing the knock on the door.

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R S