Chapter 3- XY's are unpredictable

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Amanda

I spend my evenings with my friend circle which consists of a single girl.

Andrea.

She had been the only girl in the society, consisting of about 200 kids who can be labeled as my friend.

Told you I am a big socialite.

We have this awesome place in our society, commonly known as gym.
I call it APP or "ass-holes packed place".

What do we do in gym??

We exercise right??

Well the answer is a big no..We play snooker..like actually play it..

Most of you would know what that is, it is a simple game of hitting the ball with a stick and forcing it to land into a pot( or hole or whatever you want to call it)

Seems pretty easy right??

Well it is not.

We thought that we could maybe pass our time, hide our total social outcast image by playing snooker and in no time we fell in love with the game.

But every love story has certain obstacles in it and it was the same in our case.

At first we thought we don't know how to play that is why people refuse to play with us, but the matter was never about how good we play it was all about what sex chromosomes we were built off which were quite unfortunately XX i.e a female.

This game is one that is usually not practised by girls but then there is no single thing in my life that could be called as usual.

We mastered the art of playing snooker, all by ourselves, as our overly educated gym trainer Cameo, found it against his ego even if he doesn't know the meaning of it.

Then the problem was that the overly egoed men found it difficult to play with us because well they can't digest the fact that two XX's are better than all the XY's there.

Accepting feat is equivalent to announcing one's death but showing it publicly that 'I-have-no-self-esteem-left'  by gawking at us and commenting is easier I suppose.

We have this overly bearded, short legged, college going man we named as the bearded lizard namely Ray.

Any abuse in my dictionary falls short off complementing that person's personality.

This pathetic ass-hole not only himself refuses to play but he has enough influence to keep others playing with us too.

But I have done my part in making his life as difficult which is no way near to how much he had made mine pathetic.

The second one or I say the second in command after Ray is Austin.

He is equal to a pet dog in my opinion, a faithful yet stupid dog. I don't know they are friends or what but Austin is like a right hand man and most faithful friend Ray has.

But he is even worst when it comes to egoistic problems. He once had the audacity to snatch the stick from Andrea's hand when I was busy complimenting his shit of a face.

I always imagined Ray as a mafia or drug lord and Austin his right hand mine.

Then come the smaller goons of the gang.

Out of which, another faithful goo...I mean friend he has is Paul aka Austin's brother.

He was one of the first person who started playing with us when we were beginners but he left playing afterwards, for god knows what reason.

But we just recently got to know that all of them were friends.

Then the person in whom I thrusted my faith in earlier, I thought of him as a different person but alas he was not different from them.

He played with us at times, at times was friendly, as times was rude, I thought I had finally made a friend beside Andrea but well I was wrong.

Everything was going out fine, we were having a nice time, suddenly we notice he is nowhere to be seen for a week.

When we thought that he might be busy studying, he was not.

But he was really busy, in planning ways with his co- goons how to ignore us.

I and Andrea had the guts to face them and we thought maybe just maybe if we could make them realise that what they are doing for their ego is actually resulting in depression for us.

We were unsuccessful.

At times going there I felt really depressed and I also thought that maybe people are not playing with us only because of me.

And maybe I am right, because well there is no reason for anyone to hate her..

She has really attractive brown pools, short yet great hair which suits her, she has the most beautiful face I have ever seen in my life.

She is friendly and loyal..She is sweet and lovely..She is dedicated to anything she takes up...She is perfect.

Almost the opposite of me.

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'Best thing about her'

Best thing about her is that she is amazing,
Perfect from inside, breathtaking and blazing.

Best thing about her is that she is real and nice,
She had been stupid but most of the times she is wise.

Best thing about her is that is really sweet,
She is not egoistic and have always accepted feat.

Best thing about her is that she never lied,
Always have been true and I had no problem to confide.

Best thing about her she is always been more than a friend,
I wish and pray that our friendship may never end.

(Dedicated to all my best friends out there..I know it's awful..but it is what it is..)

By Alex_Granger

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Alex

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