A Journey From Hatred To Love

My Family Is Weird.

Chapter 3: My Family Is Weird.

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We reached Surat at, I suppose, 10:30 PM. Everyone got engaged in doing stuff like unpacking bags or bathing or freshening up. But there was me, I took out my cuddle-toy.

Oh let me introduce him, cuddle-toy, AKA my parrot, AKA Annu.

I was telling him, how much I missed him and he kept shrieking in my ear.

"Zee!" My mom shouted, "Shut up! It's twelve!"

It's ten-thirty, mom. I wanted to correct, but didn't. My mom has a habit of exaggerating things.

"It's not me. It's Annu!" I replied.

"Then keep your poor pet in its cage. He must want to sleep."

"Nobody will ever understand us, my love," I kissed Annu on his beak. "The world is cruel. Good night."

After locking my pet in its cage, I grabbed my laptop signing in to Facebook.

"Zee," Kath showed up drying her hairs. "At least change. When did you turn into a FB addict?"

"I'm not. Uh.. I was just.." Probably my amazing excuses are on vacations.

"What? Oh!" She suddenly started throwing her head up and down. "Right, right. It's Quentin, right?"

"Pfft.." I said. But she was partially right.

Partially because I just wanted to see if Quentin sent me a friend request and mostly I wanted to update my status that I'm back.

Yes, I could've done it tomorrow, but somehow I just felt like it.

And, yes, when my account opened up, I saw his request. His username was: iucking-fdiot.

I didn't accept it right away, though. I scrolled down other notifications. All boring stuff.

Therefore, I ended up accepting his request instead.

"Are you getting up to change your clothes or no?" Kath kept growling. "I'll call mom then."

"I'm going. I'm going." I whispered throwing my hands up in surrender.

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After changing into over sized PJs, I climbed up to my double-bed with laptop on a side.

"It's twelve, Zee, for God's sake!"

"Why do you care?"

I heard a long groan. "Whatever. Best of luck to me for tomorrow's grumpy-morning-Zee sessions."

"My mornings are not grumpy,"

"Right. You wake up around noon. So technically your afternoons are grumpy."

"It's just that I hate morning people." I said, "Or mornings. Or people."

"Good night!" She sighed loudly and apparently slept afterwards.

He was online.

The question was; should I, or should I not text him first?

Nah.. Why should I do first? Nope.

Or just a 'hi' will be okay.

No.

A chat popped up and suddenly my heart was in my throat. I opened it with wet, cold hands and blurry eye-sight.

And it was Hannah. My friend. My lunatic friend. And now, my gave-me-a-heartattack friend.

Hannah: Hiiii! You're back!!! How are you?!!