Chapter 7: That's A Really Old Dialogue
Why does History suck? Cause it's History. Why the heck did I even take up this subject?
Truth is I have a really bad history with HISTORY. I used to love that subject at a point of time but it had become too much for me by 9th Grade. I started hating it as much as I hated math. Same goes for other social science subjects. Presently it was 3rd period History and I was literally 3/4th asleep. Not even half. More than that.
I was saved by the bell for lunch. Yay! I get to eat now. I was supposed to be meeting my cousins in the cafeteria.
Food looked good. At least better than the everyday chole-bhature of my old school canteen. I took a burger, a chocolate cupcake, some fries and a can of coke. Food is good. But junk food is #amazeballs!
As I walked across the cafeteria. All eyes were at me. Being new really sucks! I heard soft whispers. I looked around. The walls were of white color. Each of the tables were red in color with a huge white 'R' in the center. The cafeteria looked nice but the problem was that this place was literally divided into the basis of status.
The Regina Georges in one area. The Brian Johnsons in one area.
The Alec Ryders in one area (including Zee and Mr. GWDCOMT). And the rest were people like Jenna Mathews and Matty McKibben.
I quoted a hell Lotta stuff there. I know.
"Hey Daydream! Come here. " I heard Zee shouting across the cafeteria.
I walked up to the table and took a seat in between Claire and Tara. Not so surprisingly(I know that's not a word!) Mr. GWDCOMT was there to.
Maan Na Maan Mein Tera Mehmaan. (Hindi Proverb)
" Hey princess!" he winked at me.
I ignored him and started chatting with Kabir.
<Bandar:What you doin'? >
<Chashmish: Eating.>
<B: That sounds like u. >
<C: What are you up to? >
<B: Homework>
What is wrong with my best friend? HE is doing homework? Homework is not equal to Kabir!
<B:Did you fall for that?😏>
<C: Bandar, I know u better than any other creature in the universe. So don't expect me to fall for that! 😂>
<B:True😒>
<C:Seriously, What are you doing? >
<B: Exams just got over Ri! What do you expect me to do? >
<C:You're can either be playing cricket or football or watching stuff on your laptop. >
<C:Which eliminates the first cause you're chatting with me. >
<B:More specifically, I am watching Arrow. 😎>
<C:Which season? >
<B:5>
<C:Everyone dies.😢 Worst season but the most interesting one. >
<B:I hate you! You had to spoil it didn't you?😠>
<C:I love you too. >
I felt Zee's hand creep up for my cupcake.
"Ow!" he exclaimed as I slapped his hand.
"Never steal my food!" I said.
A sudden clatter of heels filled the hall. The loud chatters turned into silence. Literally no one was talking! Ooh I guess I know what's coming up next. The most cliche part of every high school.
Tadaaaaa! Presenting The Queen bee and her cronies wearing the shortest clothes present on earth.
"Shelby Stewart, Ashley Tipton and Regina Jansen." Tara whispered in my ear.
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The Desi Girl (Discontinued)
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