A Beautiful Mess

Skipping?!

What have I ever done in my life?

Nothing a small voice inside me replied gloomily.

I'm not even able to retort to the words, because even I know that it is hundred and ten percent true. I have never done anything worthy in my life. Leave worthy, I have never done anything in my life.

And even now, I'm doing nothing.

It's a bright sunny morning, but nothing is sunny in my life. Everything around me appears to be damp and sour. Standing here outside the airport along with my parents, I'm grudgingly waving at my annoying cousin who is leaving for France.

That could have been me!

The day my uncle and aunt passed away was the most unfortunate day of my life. Because that was the day when Shikha Thakur came into my house, my school and subsequently... my life. Slowly and steadily she hijacked everything that belonged to me, name it and she had it all. And today, she again successfully took away something that was meant to be mine.

And that thing is opportunity. Opportunity to fly off to France as an exchange student.

And the above reason is enough for me to hate her fifty times more than I already do.

"Shall we leave now?" I ask in exasperation. Mom and dad are still looking through the huge glass windows to trace her amongst the crowd of people "she will be fine there!"

Trust me, if my parents had the choice they would have gladly escorted her till the final terminal.

And the very fact, sucks.

My words finally sank into their brains and we walk back to our car.

"You could have been generous enough to at least smile" mom chided. And here it goes again. Every single day my brother and I are asked to be sweet to her, which I always try to be. And I am sure I would have been, if Shikha wasn't so annoying for the matter. Her every word stings me, every time she talks to me, she uses bitter words coated in caramel. And that tone of her is just exclusively for me.

But for my mom and dad she is the ideal daughter. Though they never tell me but somewhere I know they always want me to be like her, and I feel suffocated by that fact.

"Poor girl, thinks that you are still holding grudges on her" mom continues as she opens up the car door.

"Well, I am" I reply shamelessly and hop into the backseat of the car.

"Are you going to start this all over again?" Mom asks giving me a look of disgust.

***

Dinner time, it is the only part of the day when my whole family sits in peace. And every single day the topic to be discussed...

What did Mrinali mess up today?

And I'm like; don't you people have any better thing to discuss? I don't mess up things every single day! Okay, maybe every second day but still, that's not a topic to discuss! And laugh for the matter.

But today, the scenario is different. And all I really know is that, I need to start something . Again.

"I don't want to eat" I grumpily slide away my plate. Everyone snap their eyes at me like I'm some lunatic out here.