Ding!
I fucking hate this voice. Who wouldn’t? That was the annoying voice of my alarm clock which disturbed my slumber.
I glanced at my alarm clock. 8:00 A.M it read. Oh shit! I’m late. I’m late. I can’t believe I snoozed it for 30 minutes. I only have 10 minutes to catch up with the bus. I grabbed my uniform and ran to get a quick shower.
I left the bathroom after 5 minutes and grabbed my exam bag. Well you know Class 9 has come to an end and today we’re officially saying bye to our 9th Class. Not exactly because results were still left to show their face. Today is the last exam and finally we’ll be free from the torture called exams. I walked into the dining room where my mom was serving breakfast. Neither do I have a mood to listen her about my future nor do I have time. I grabbed my toast lying on the plate and stuffed into my mouth hastily and hurriedly drank the juice.
“Meenakshi! Where are your manners!?” My mom yelled.
“They’ve gone for a holiday but they’ll return when you’ll learn to keep your moans silent” I said smirking, my mouth still stuffed with food and drink.
My mother’s face grew red and it was hard for me to distinguish that she was blushing or thinking ways to burn me alive. It was the better decision of leaving home than to listen her lecturing about her ‘MANNERS’.
“Meenakshi!!” I heard her faint yelling. Can’t this woman understand? Who calls their daughter that? I mean if their daughter’s name is that they can call but I despise that name. Am I those sappy actresses of 90s to be called with that name?
Who told my parents to name me Meenakshi?
Stupid Question? I know!
I absolutely love my mother. She’s the caring sweet mom but I don’t like her calling me that. Meenakshi might be a good name but that does not suits my personality. Absolutely not!
I was surprisingly 10 minutes early to school. The students appeared that they would piss any moment. Can’t blame them though. Today was Science examination which is the major subject and to score average in it was a tough task. I cannot care less. I’m sure if I fail my mom would ground me for lifetime, ask me to do the work which usually maids in my house do and get me married at an early age. Nothing much! (Note the Sarcasm).
I was waiting in the corridors for the guys to arrive. Typical Boys. I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders.
“Aww waiting for your little girlfriend to arrive.” I do know the owner of this voice. Ahan Mehra, one of my friends, full of ego and sarcasm, hot as hell, looks of Greek God, personality of a two year old and most popular student of the school. I repeat myself ‘Typical Boys’
I smacked his arm. “Ouch!” He hissed. “You might be a girl inside but you punch like dudes for sure” Obviously People don’t call me Tomboy for no reason!
“Minaksh!” Another familiar voice called out.
“Oh Hi Shubham! Well you’re late we have 5 minutes and we need to report” I said. Shubham Sharma, my another friend, sweet and caring. He is the most sensitive one. The girls have labeled him as the chocolate boy of the school.
“Yeah! Had a flat tire” He replied. I nodded. We walked to examination room when Ahan suddenly spoke.
“Where’s Ava?” Concerned clear in his voice. I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe she was late painting her nails.
“Oh Wait! I’m here” A high pitched voice screamed in my ears.
“What the fuck Avni?” I shouted and jerked away from her.
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Mere Perfections in LOVE
Novela JuvenilAhan, Minaksh, Shubham and Avni are the populars and rule their school. Then there is the entry of new comers who are giving them a tough competition in their own game. Populars have another populars to deal with. What will happen? Will their hatr...
