Worlds Apart

Chapter 6

"Ayyyyy!!!Quiet down!" Mr. Chandler moans from the projector desk. His voice is enough to make you fall asleep.
"I have your numbers for your lockers, so you can come up and ask me for them," he indicates. I exchange a glance with Natalie as she walks up.

"Hey. Wassup. Hello. What's my number?"Natalie calmly questions.

"Not so fast. Since you're the first brave soul to come up to me, you get a chance to introduce yourself in front of the class," he mutters.

"Hey peeps! I'm Nate and you can call me Nate. I'm stuck with the ugliest teacher, so wish me good luck and that's pretty much all I wanted to say here. And for this award I would like to thank my bestie-Tahniat," Natalie gives her speech and I can feel everyone's eyes burning on my face. I give a quick smile to the class and lay my head down. Afterwards, the teacher seems kind of mad, but at the same time he knows that he's ugly. Anyways, we all get our numbers and our schedule. For me it's stupid that the first day of school is Friday, which means no school tomorrow. I already kind of hate my math teacher because at the lockdown practice, she roasted me and said that if I kept laughing, I'd be the first to get shot. Bruh!

When it was 12:00 our usual time for lunch, Mr. Chandler told us to come in the class and he rolled a dice. Whichever number the dice rolled on, that's the table that would line up first and so on. He made us wait three years and in the end, we were the last class that waited in the lunch line. Some of those girls who love food, were frustrated because there was barely any good food left when our turn came. It was like first come, first serve. The classes that were first had pizza and the last ones had a butter sandwich. That sucked! My appetite is really high and I was so close to telling the lunch ladies to go make pizza again.

At 3:00 we had to leave home, but Mr. Chandler seems to disagree with the rule and we also leave late(3:10).

I get pissed off. You know? I gotta go home and research more about Tiger Shroff.
-6 months later-

My cousins(Hamiya and Sahir) have finally came to America. They got their passports and everything. I literally want to smack them upside down when they keep saying, they wanna go back to Pakistan because that won't be happening for years, honey. Sahir remains quiet a lot and I catch him talking to himself, most times. I don't know what's up with him, but he's not the guy I used to know. We've been in a fight about the Tiger thing too. I guess our fights don't really matter anymore to me because every time, we both get caught up in something dumb and create a mountain of our quarrels. Hamiya always tells us to patch up and forget about those little things, but to Sahir, those little things matter. Sometimes I want to apologize to Sahir that I don't give him my time and that I'm always with Hamiya, but in my dictionary, you should never say sorry-It makes you the smaller person.

I forgot to tell you about me and Tiger....I found the word that describes me-Fangirl. I'm a fangirl. Something clicked and now I'm totally in love with Tiger. I can't live one second without him. I seem to be checking every single Twitter post that he uploads. Recently a girl named Elif Khan visited Tiger Shroff in Mumbai, India through the help of this guy that she met who's also in India-Rounak. I didn't believe it---Elif is pretty but she's barely known in the world. She's a normal person like me. And how did she reach such height?

When I was searching Tiger Shroff fans I found her and for some reason the video of Tiger hugging his fan-Elif made me cry. I cried about being uglier than her or any other other Bollywood celebrity. All these things seemed to shoot me at once and I didn't know where they came from. My self esteem was going down because I ranked all those actresses he worked with at a higher rate than me.

I opened my laptop as I sat on the end of the sofa. I typed Tiger Shroff and waited for the Internet to pick up its speed. The WIFI was slow nowadays especially the days that I wanted to find out about Tiger. Suddenly the screen comes to life and is loaded. My smile touches my ears and I read the first line:"Tiger spotted with his girlfriend, Disha Patani." My smile drops and my cheeks turn red with anger. I clear the history and lock myself in the bathroom. I cry for half an hour and decide to go upstairs and tell Hamiya the upcoming news that will blow her off her seat.

"Tiger's dating Disha Patani," I mumble to Hamiya and Sahir.

Hamiya looks at me with a sad expression,"At least it's better that you realized now that you won't be able to reach the stars no matter how high they are in the sky." I nod even though inside I disagree with her.

"Can I see a picture of her?"Sahir asks me. I want to kill him for saying that because it makes me feel worse, but I just search her name and show it to both of them.

"She is pretty,"Sahir exclaims. "Even prettier than you. Omg!" I roll my fingers into a fist, so I could control myself. "Just kidding," he says when he sees the hurt in my eyes. I want to tell him that I know he's not kidding, he actually meant it, but I don't say that. I'll save that for my diary. Hamiya connects her to another Bollywood actor and for my pleasure she says,"The only reason she's with him is because she's a part of the film industry and because she's caked with makeup." That's why I like Hamiya. I know she is lying but if those lies can help me escape from the reality, then so be it.

For days I seem disturbed and my friends question me. I don't reply I just smile. Smiling helps me because no one can see that it's fake.