In morning once ,an infant is just crawling around floor of an orphanage in Rajasthan .A woman picks up her, it's your day sweety. Yes I was adopted by the Parker's from New York. They took me with my passport and all my details .We approached the cab ,I slept .I opened my eyes in a plane .The airhostes smiled and enquired, is she a Indian ?
I closed my eyes again and opened it in New York.
AFTER 10 YEARS
I was getting late for my school I ran and threw a piece of bread in my mouth in a lonely kitchen, as keli and magne had their holiday.
I took out the keys out of my bag and settled myself on cycle. My mother suggested to go in car instead of the cycle. I denied.
The servent opened the gates. I made the way to my school all lonely as no of my friends live on Richard street. As I parked my cycle and rushed to my locker. As I was leaving the girls gang was waving me . I bumped into someone and fall down. It hurts, I said.
The person I bumped into was Cooper. Jane asked him are you k baby? She shouted at me . I was wincing in pain and she was just shouting. My gang just flew away. All I could see was some unknown faces. A boy came cutting the crowd . He helped me get up. You o'k? I just smiled fakely. Jane was still barking . Can't you see her wincing in pain ?
Took me aside. Made me sit .Kateand Jay came to me , oh did you get hurt? How?who did it ?
Ok guys calm ,said the boy . Alex ,you here? Ya.he said. We can handle this it was kate . They took me to the clinic . The doctor examined my leg which was oozing with blood. Half of my pants turned red. He bandaged me and suggestedto go home.
I denied. The day at school was painful .I returned home .It was hard to ride. I reached home . I was unable to walk but I managed to .I arrived at hall I handed my mom the marksheet ninety nine on hundred .
Good ,she said .by checking her phone . She did not notice my pain which broke my heart as always but I was used to it . I approached my room on my way , magne asked oh! Broke your leg ?
No ,can I talk to you later?
I went off .
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THE NEWYORKER'LIFE
Подростковая литератураAmira is a adopted tomboy of Indian origin. A teen who is ignored by her rich family. Read it out just !