❤ ~Rimi~ ❤' Before you start reading my diary, remember to keep it away from my mother. She would probably go crazy reading this.
Umm.. Hi whoever you are! My name is Rimi kumari. I live in Mumbai, India. I am socially awkward 16 year old girl who hardly has friends and my classmates hate me. Maybe hate is a too big word, I should rather say they dislike me. But this doesn't matters much now, I'm just used to it. You would probably think why do they dislike me, well it is a very long story about how my weirdness bothers them.
I just want to leave this school but have no option for another 2 years but stay here and face these bullies.
I love being myself but not how people see me like. Probably taking their mocks for a long time had made me strong enough to face and handle criticism. I like..'
Before I could complete my introduction in my diary, a voice interrupted me. So here's the life I am going to rant up in my diary~
"History is damn boring! Why do we have to study this subject even? I'm so done with mugging up dates and events.!" Arohi groans so loudly that all the eyes around narrowed at us and received disguised looks from people. I closed my diary and kept it back in my avenger, that's what I call my school bag because it is a saviour, help me hide lot of things.
"Yes, I know but I think you should calm down little bit." I whispered to her before Mrs Reena Barua looks at us and shout.
''Students, tomorrow will be a test of both the chapters which we had completed. So, be prepared! I don't want any of you to miss the test." Looked like Mrs Reena Barua was warning us rather than announcing or informing. She is more a like prison guard than a teacher.
What the hell? She just completed one chapter today and she wants to take a test tomorrow. There are lot of questions and answers to learn. She is literally taunting us. Like she always does.
I never had paid much attention to her teaching nor anyone ever had. I don't like her at all. Grumpy Old lady. Well no-one does. I don't know how am I going to manage? Only thing that matter right now is to survive this day and reach to my bed as soon as possible. Naps are the only thing that gives me peace.
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After a complete boring school day. I sat on Internet hoping for something exciting for me to see or read. Mom was out for some work. I switched to Facebook. Favourite social networking site.
After all, people are more interested in what's happening in other's life. And people are more in show-off business now.
I entered my username & password and clicked on the login button hoping I find something new than people posting selfies, hangouts with friends, repeated templates of memes and idk what not. The blue-white background social-networking site opens.
I could see 3 friend requests, 2 messages & 18 Notifications. First of all, I opened the messages. There were all by anonymous people. Ya, It kinda of dispoint me because when you are waiting for someone's message, You don't feel like replying to other's messages.
You would be thinking whose?
My cousin sister. She was telling me about her love story yesterday and I wanted to know about it,the curiosity makes me little anxious, like I get some sort of chills.
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