A Second Chance ( On Hold )

Amanda

Ch-4, The New Girl

( Amanda's outfit above)

I have always tried to be like the Victoria Secret models. But I know that my destiny doesn't play with my rules. Whenever I have tried to wear those long pencil heels and tried to walk on the ramp ( which actually is the mat outside my bathroom ), I have slipped hurting my feet and my poor long heels have to face the misery of the consequences. Secondly, when I have tried to wear that bright red lipstick ( which is not my colour though ) I have failed deliberately and my lips have always turned out like this:-

My kajal is never on my side and smudges all over my face if I forget to remove it at night.

Hi, so this is me Amanda and this is how usually my day begins with me trying to figure out a ton of makeup products and at the end of the day copying the makeup tutorials. I always make an effort to make everything right but it always turns in the wrong direction for me, it has become my habit of forgetting the small and little things though how hard I try to remember them, people usually try to tease me and irritate me because I don't react and this is why they get an advantage and show their true colours. It's true that I don't react and why should I. Who are they in my life? What do they mean to me until and unless they are my parents. I am fortunate enough that I am born on this Earth by the grace of God and he has given me only one chance to live a life. We can learn from our mistakes and never repeat them again. People forgive us and give us a second chance but are we given a second chance to live our life again after we die? No. And that's the reason I know that those people should not be given my precious time if they don't know how to utilise it, they should not be acknowledged to be a part of my life when they are born without a heart, they are not allowed to meet my family if they can't stand for theirs. This is the most important lesson I have learnt after the darkest incident in the phase of my life which happened with me a year back. I am still running away from it and because of that I have changed my real identity, I have hidden the real me. But let's not talk about it and keep it aside or the negativity will flow in which I don't need right now.

I live with my mother as my father died of lung cancer, a dreadful death and I pray that nobody should die like my father as I know that you would not be able to bear the pain of losing someone who is so close and very dear to you. At that time, I had only two choices:- One was that I could cry and weep like a widowed wife and waste my life trying to bring back a dead person which I was or nobody is capable of or Second to move away from my sorrow and make myself a better, strong woman who is able to live her life with her own rules. The second option has always been the toughest path for me and I am still fixed between the first and second option.

We have moved away from our old place and our going to start our life in a new place, new world and with new people. My mother used to work in a corporate job but she got fed up and has been self employed since then. She loves cooking and has started her own business, 'Mommy's hands'. I am very happy for her as she has chosen the second option for herself. Her business has flourish since then and I am fortunate to be living in such a big house where all my necessities and needs are fulfilled. ( Amanda's room front view)

"Do you want me to drop you school Ams?"My mother brought me back in reality from my thoughts. "No mom. I'm good. Thanks for the help." I smiled at her. "Mam, the milk is boiling, what to do next?" "Yes, I'm coming". One of mom's helpers called her for help and she kissed me in the cheek, wished me all the best and went back in the kitchen. 

It is my first day in Warrior International Institute, my new school in this new town. I was a little nervous and a pang of excitement was also flowing in my body in a little corner of my heart. I pushed the gates of the school with all my might and I smelled a new scent of smell rushed which enlightened my mood and freshened my mind. 

Let's see what the warriors have for me.

Question of the day: Who is more strict mom or dad?

(Amanda's house )