I changed myself and sat on my study . I looked at the clock which was gifted to me by my cruel sister which was only thing I used. I could not believe that my eyes were tearing ,no I said to myself . A tomboy never cries . I started at 4 and ended up it at 8 . After a minute Selwyn, my nani opened the door and , won't you eat any thing, she said . Thanks , you are only one who cares about me Sel, I replied in a tired tune. She was only one who understands me. She was five years older than me. A teenager who lived in orphanage and had many problems. She joined at my place as a caretaker for me . A tomboy doesn't need one but I was a kind heart. After thinking for a minute I asked, can you stay at my place today? Ok ,she said in a low voice. Let's grab something? ,
Yes ,we shall.
I tried to get up but I winced in pain .
What is this ?Selwyn asked in worried way.
Oh, I just bumped into someone and fell on something sharp.
Doesn't that hurt ?She asked. A bit , I replied. Should we eat our dinner ?I asked. Yes.
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THE NEWYORKER'LIFE
Teen FictionAmira is a adopted tomboy of Indian origin. A teen who is ignored by her rich family. Read it out just !
