Chapter-III

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Well, to be honest, my reason for being so "supremely excited" was not just this. There was much more running through this little, devilish mind of mine. I was wearing a beautiful dress looking stylish as ever.

"Might be expensive!" exclaimed a girl with brown eyes.

"It looks so brilliant" said another.

"C'mon, it's not that pretty, I have dresses much prettier than those" remarked Stacy, my not-so friend.

Though she said so, I was elated to see Stacy Holub, the stylish chick of the class and my enemy, jealous of me and now looking at her long, feathery cloak, in which she always took great pride and kept brandishing it every time she wore it, with an eye of disgust.

Anyways, jealous peeps always trying to put you down can be found everywhere on the streets of Rosewoods, so, never mind. I distributed sweets to my classmates and got greetings from everyone.

Even the stern, grave,green-eyed boy in my class, who tends to talk to none, gave me a warm wish with an extended smile on his face. It kinda made me feel happy as he was.. sort of..cute, I can say that!

I returned home at around 4pm in the evening.
They were sitting on the entrance door waiting for me.. This time, PaDavid had baked a chocolate cake for me.

The cake looked like a home-spun masterpiece. It was fluffy as a pillow, toasty brown and shot through with plum-coloured swirls. It was rich and creamy with a thick coating of chilled chocolate syrup. Let's not talk about the essence of the cake or your mouth would be drenched soon.

After having more than I was used to, I lay on my bed to rest.My snores were louder than loudspeakers but I couldn't help it, this happened every time I was physically fatigued.

Days went on like this...

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