A Day To Be Remembered... [Arshi] ✔

3.1 Demon's a time

Note: After this I'm on a hide-out till next Friday. I'll maybe put up an OS old one or write up a new one and post it to announce my arrival back to writing.. :) I wanted to put this out of my ongoing list and hence am completing it to not worry about it later.. Happy Reading!! <3

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Bi*ch...Sl*t...Coquette...Wh*re...Hooker...vamp; these are the common words I always get to be listened by every girl around me. I mean literally you can find these words as a meaning of my name in their dictionary, if there is one.

And you really can't expect the same words from the boys I'm hooked up with, can you? Hell, no. They have different others terms to use for me which you can find after my name in their own dictionary.

But no one do care to know the reason, it hurts to say though. Calling me names, yes, it hurts but I got used to them. Not like I'm not what they actually call me, no, not at all. But they wouldn't understand why I am like this, that's what tears my heart.

"Hey Baby. Fancy shopping with me?" I heard one of my little minions, Clarke, ask me. 

Clar's one of those girls who would follow everything that I would do. It really irritates me to no end, but I just sigh and keep quiet. You wouldn't want to answer the questionnaire of Clar? Would you? No you don't. 

"Yeah! Sure" the same thing; I sigh and trailed behind her. I really don't know why they even actually want to follow me. I mean they shouldn't be like me, the very fateful me.

Bidding bye to my other friends we raced off to the boutique with Clarke behind the wheel. The others are to be gone by the time we would be back, as they said.

Deprived of parent's love, struggling with the divorced parents, called names from the girls always around me, except my minions obviously, I craved love, as a child. My parents denied of giving me some. 

And being the love deprived child I was craved for a single ounce of it. And when I saw Tyler, the first guy I know who showed interest in me, I was over the moon. Being deprived of the feeling I felt the way he's looking at me is love and was blind enough to be cheated soon.

Hurt with the incident? Yes, I was. Regretted it? No, I didn't. Surprisingly that one fateful incident never brought me a lightening lesson in my life. Brushing it as my bad luck, which I have been doing from my childhood, I moved on.

"Sheets, how is this?" Oh, yeah heard that? That's the irritating pet name I have ever got. Sheets? Seriously? Eww!! How odd.

I glanced at the dress she's showing, it wasn't bad. It's a shocking pink short dress, tight fight on the top and flowing frock below that reaches the thighs. Honestly there's nothing so special in it to wear. So I dismissed with a wave of my hand.

"You're very hard at selecting" she muttered while I just smirked. Oh, she really doesn't know how particular I can be.

"You really don't know the tough me, baby" I cooed at her bringing my concentration back to watching the dresses around.

That's when a not so very attractive but still nice looking prom dress caught my sight. It's a black one with only a single three-fourth sleeve and the other side bear and tight fit. It reveals half of my back too while reaches a few centimeters above my knees. The very little patch work of black and silver along the sleeve made it a bit different from the ordinary.