Chapter 1: I Have To Go To Trump Land?
"Riya this is the last time I am calling you" Daads shouted for the zillionth time. " It's already 7. Your bus will leave without you."
"Daads! 5 more minutes and I will wake up." I said and went back to my world of sleep. But then the realisation hit me.
It is 7. School starts at 8. My bus comes at 7:30. I will miss my bus if I don't wake up right now.
Well hello there! This is me. Riya Singhania. 17 years old . Born in Mumbai. Brought up in Calcutta. Half bengali and half Punjabi. State champion in basketball. My hobbies include dancing, singing and cooking. I have numerous disturbing elements in my life. My siblings, my best friend and my grandmother.
Now if you please excuse me I need to lift my butt and get ready for school so that I don't miss my school bus or else I have to walk 2 kms.
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"Bhaiya ,wait." I yelled at the bus driver as I came running towards the bus.
"Late latif comes in." one of my classmates from the bus shout.
"Chup Kar nahi toh Preeti ko muh dikhane layak rahega." I told him.
Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you something. I am pretty violent.
I went and sat between Kabir and Yamini, my best friends.
Well, Kabir was more of a best friend. Yamini was a really close friend.
Talking about Kabir. He is Kabir Kapoor. We are a part of the same basketball team. 17 years old. He was turning 18 next month. Yay! Don't think that he is older than me. Its just that he was born on 22nd of April and me on the 2nd of September. He is like the cutest and hottest guy of my school according to the description given by other girls of our school. Well, I knew how cute he was(note the sarcasm). People who saw us for the first time they thought that we were a couple but we were still friend-zoned in each others lives.
Yamini Ahuja. 17 yrs old and a total Rachel Green. She knew every fashion hack ever. Yeah, she was my life saviour when it came to weddings and parties.
"Tensed?" Kabir asked
"A little."
"Bro, you are a topper. You don't need to worry." Yamini said.
"First of all, I am a female. So, don't 'bro' me. Second, if you define a topper as a person who gets above 90% in all subjects then you both are also a part of that category. Therefore, even you guys are toppers and do not need to worry." I said.
"Point." they said in unison.
"I always have one." I said tossing my hair backwards showing them how great I was.
Nobody can deny that. Can they?
As soon as three of us entered school,, I saw my least favorite people standing in front of me. Who you ask? Kimi and her minions Rini and Simi. Popularly known as 'The Butterflies'. Mind it, they aren't sisters. Its just that their names are similar.
"Oh really really. Look who it is!" Kimi said.
Remember what I said about Kabir's popularity in school? This is what I meant. They adored him.
"Isnt it the dreamy Kabir Kapoor and his two not-so-popular friends. Simi can you remind me what their names are?" Rini said.
"Nice try girls. We've been in the same school since Nursery. You surely haven't forgotten our names after 13 years of staying in the same school, Rini." I said.
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