Poked Back (ON HOLD)

Chapter One

Chapter One

Aliza

“Yo Mama!” I exclaimed, as I entered the house.

I just got back from school, my Dad picked us up and as I entered the house, Mom walked passed me towards the kitchen as I said my greetings. Yeah I know for many people they would come home and say “i’m home” or “Hey” or someone will go “Mom, I’m hungry get me some fooood!” But here I was saying none of that except Yo.

My mom didn’t even know the meaning of this, and like always she ignored me and not noticing me saying anything. My mom just ignores stuff that doesn’t fit in her brain, I don’t mean to be disrespectful, its just the way she is.

I smiled to myself, making my merry way towards my room. I had it paintd in liliac recently, and I was loving it. Though I did manage to ruin a part of my wall by putting on stickers and then realised it was a big mistake. But when I tried to take it off, it left behind spots of stickiness and it wouldn’t go away now. So I put them back up.

Anyway, I was tired and I changed into my pajamas, that’s the only thing I have to wear in the house. All other clothes are for me to wear it to school, and pajamas are such a softies and I just love having the soft texture on my skin. Changing took forever because I couldn’t find my matching shirt and it was driving me nuts until I found it under the big piles of clothes in my cupboard.

I really needed to sort out my room, it was like being in a hell whole. All books, clothes and other useless stuffs were scattered around. I was having a hard time looking for my phone charger, because my real charger got damaged and I was left with this small wire (which people would call as the data cable) but I use it to charge my mobile. Finally I found it under my bed, I took it out and turned on my laptop that stood on my study table.

I dragged my chair and typed in the password “Saint”. Nobody could have guessed it. Why? Because using swearing words are too common now, everyone has their passwords as assholes, bitch and fuck you. I liked to do something the whole world isn’t crazy about. So, I end up with the only holy word I could come up with. Saint. I chuckled to myself at that thought, I was nothing like that.

I plugged the data cable and connected it with my phone. I hated doing it, because my phone was on the verge of breaking and even with this cable, it was hard to charge it. I had to put on heavy stuff at the end of wire so it had some support and keep my phone charging. Yeah, that was my daily routine.

Like all my random days, I logged into my facebook account, checking my notifications and messages. None of them seemed important; some were requests to like pages, others were people commenting on their statuses (which I forgot to unfollow after my work was done there), and few liked by display picture. 

I sighed, looking at my lonely page.

There was a time when I was popular on facebook too, there were about tons of notifications and I’d just sit for hours on it and comment here and there. People would like my statuses and comment all time and time would move so fast I wouldn’t realise that I just wasted my half day on facebook.

And then, I grew up.

Yeah, that’s what happened! I entered my nighteenth year and I was just too conscious to do anything on facebook. Before that I was the carefree, stubborn, fearless gal. Not to mention, more than half of my friends are in restricted list. Because I don't want them spying on me, it didn't make me comfortable anymore. Hence, I was beginning to distant from my friends. Now, I’m just an adult, in her last year of teens and have nothing better to do with her life.

I know, that is exactly what I thought, my social life was falling apart and I was becoming more and more comsumed in myself. Even if someone did comment on my status, I’d just like it and say nothing back. I no longer held the status of Fun Gal, Aliza.