Chapter 1

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Being a girl is best part of my life, I cripple and fribble to get back to my self. I think women are definitely emotionally strong.

"Oh why am I being so pathetic?, if not Rohan there are definitely better bids my way!", I smudge my poppy eyes and puff off the last tear for my ex. As said before I am also one of those strong women, for my self motivation I would preach myself to be an iron women inside out. Hallow sigh leaves my sour mouth.

Time for school!
"Pull your books,
Tuck up the hooks,
Drag up the bag,
Oops 8:25!
Run to cover the laaaaagggg.. ", chimes my alarm in alarm! With that I am Hussain Bolt and reach my school sharp 15 minutes late. Barging into the classroom I'm sure I was pierced by tens of eyes. It was English hour and all of them were engrossed in Joy sir's rhythmic explanation on Sonnet 16. Ah...not to forget, the ladies around were all bob about Joy.

Thankfully! Jolly greasy...I was just warned not to be late for the next time and let in. I was about to sit in my usual place next to the window when I felt movement in the garden neighbouring the school. Weird fact is, I had heard that the place had been empty for 200 years now. Obviously the heir of the old fashioned, brick bungalow was off country and no one ever walked through those rust gates.

Probably I am having illusions due to sleepless nights, the nights searing memories of love in me.

Ouch! I am back to where Rohan has left me, classroom I am not interested to be in and sleepless nights. This is going to be hardest part of my life I presume. I sit back rewinding my days of happiness before break up, listening to love definitions of Shakespeare...

Author's Note:

Ella had a break up with her ex but, it wasn't break up of love. She was on her way in experiencing a break from her known world, the world where defining love and life was easier.

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