ONE LAST TIME

Touchdown

"Oh my god! This is it! I am dead"
Riya whispers over and over again making me roll my eyes.
I scowl and swat her arms.
"Will you freaking stay still? You are creeping me out?"
She looks at me wide eyed.
Okay! I admit I am freaked out too. And by that I mean a lot. A fucking lot.
But you know I will never admit that not to Riya anyways.
"Juve, in six hours my life is straightway gonna land up in hell!"
She yells whisper trying not to disturb the groggy eyed lady who just got up next to her.
I feel my stomach dip as the tyres hit the tarmac.
Oh man! I can feel myself losing it.
Okay,before you get bright ideas let me clear it out.
I am not scared of landings. Heck boarding a flight is my second nature. But that is not the case right now.

Just one month ago my life was finally starting to look better and brighter. I started making myself look better, I started smiling genuinely and the stares dropped. The best part? I stopped thinking about him,I willed myself not to.
We all did. My dorm did weird stuff just for the heck of it. Just to get punishments and return back to normal before they wrecked us awesomely.

Stupid angels. Stupid beautiful destructive angels.

Oh ! Also I unfollowed him everywhere. Like they say,flushed him out of my life. I didn't need reminders. Not at all.

Till two weeks before my dear beloved principal decided to tear me apart again.
Someone above really hates me and I can feel the vibe . That is for sure.
So this is what exactly happened two weeks ago.
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I flop down on the bed throwing my books aside.
Dumb test week. I mean why do teachers love killing me piece by piece. Sadist. Torturers. Murderers.
Okay,you get the picture.
But seriously I am done with late night studies cramming chapters in my head and drinking fucking coffee with just water.
Yikes.
But it is finally over. I let out a long sigh and close my eyes.
Sleep. Finally after so long. My lips curl up into an involuntary smile when-
Juvena Roy report to the main office.
Juvena I repeat report to the main office
She is dead. She does not exist. Fucking annoucements. Why me? Of every one else in the whole freaking hostel, she has to announce my name.
I groan and roll over covering my head with pillow.
Juvena Roy I re-
Agh!
I jump up throwing my hands up. Arya looks at me smirking.
"What bitch?"
Her smirks gets wider. Fucking I am going to kick her out.
"Well,who told us to be so multi talented?"
I pick up my box and launch it at her.
She ducks and my poor case goes flying to the end of the dorm.
Sigh.
I can hear the contents pouring out.

Fine I agree. I am multi talented. All my fault actually. I love to dabble in everything. You name it and I will fairly manage to do it well. So my name lands up everywhere and I end up slogging my ass out.
I should really really watch perks of being a wallflower.
SHUT UP BRAIN.
Juvena Roy.
Okay okay I get it. I turn on my heels and stomp out leaving Arya clutching her stomach and laughing and pushing a very much shocked Simran who just came out of a bath aside.
She has the time to even take a bath right after school.
I march down the stairs and shoot my best glare at the fucking matron.
Bitch.
She smiles at me sweetly. Bloody stupid fake smiles.
I smile back equally sweetly and storm out.
But then I suddenly back up squinting my eyes.
The heat is fucking unbearable. I can immediately feel sweat forming around my neck.
It just rained yesterday so it is humid as hell and my shirt sticks to my body making it worse.
I grit my teeth and walk fast to the main office.
I hate my life. And I hate this freaking sun and humidity.
Mrs Cleta looks up at me surprised as I walk in to her office swearing under my breath.
I guess not so softly.
I look at her and mutter an apology. Then suddenly I find a very flustered Riya sitting out there drenched in sweat.
How is that even possible? The P.A.'s office is chilling cold.
She smiles nervously at me as I plop down next to her.
After catching my breath I turn to ask her a question but before I can open my mouth the door flies open and my beloved headmistress beckons us in in.
I groan softly as we get up and walk inside her spacious abode.
I can sit like her all day.
I give her my most sincere smile and stand there fiddling with the hem of my skirt.
She smiles and points towards the chair,
"Sit down girls. Sit down."
Riya looks at me pursing her lips before we both sit as gracefully as we can.
I look at the lady in front of me with her askew spectacles. She looks up and grins.
Grins. What the hell?
Then she opens her mouth and all hell breaks loose inside me.
Well inside both of us.
"I got a call from Los Angeles Central high-"
I feel my eyes drop and my hands go clamp. Fuck!
Riya stiffens beside me as we continue sitting there barely breathing. She hardly notices and moves on.
"So they were really happy and they asked if we could-"
I drone out. Please tell me this is all a bad dream. She is so nonchalant and she hardly even notices the fact that the two girls sitting in front of her are sweating in her fucking AC chilled room.
" send you for a month long exchange there."
My breath hitches and my vision blurs. No this is not happening.
Can a meteorite come and crash right now? I feel a pathetic buzz starting my brain.
I look at her imploring her to tell me that I am not in the exchange but then she hands me a list and right smack on top is my name.