I WAS JUST A CHAPTER

Chapter 2: College so far.

Delysha

Week 1
'Just nod your head and look pretty Delysha, it's simple. Everyone knows your name, not your story.'
I guess this mantra won't help here. They do see my body and girls do make faces when they hear my American accent. They do think that something is wrong with me. This people do portray me as some alien. And, I am certain, that I am a topic of gossips here at Saint Louis College of Commerce and Media.

Week 2
Two weeks and I have, had enough of the drama around me. The stares, the murmurings, the stupid questions. Can't this people just do their own stuff like behaving as normal kids and let someone do their own job.

Week 3
Okay, SLC was a bad decision and the worst thing about it is that I can't run away from here. It's almost three weeks and I am still been stared like some creepy new girl with irregular body type. It's frustrating, more than my parent's fight.

Week 4
I sit alone and do my own stuff like yesterday, this girls group sat together and they were laughing at me (I guess, cause they are always staring me.)

Friday,
I told mom that I wasn't going to college because of the stares and she took me a mall and we bought some clothes (mostly jacket) to hide me upper body.
So here are some things about my mother,
A. She is a gynecologist who worked here in India after she divorced my father.
B. She is my biological mother whom I met after the whole cancer drama.
C. She is very cool but we are still settling up. Like my condition has made me feel comfortable and better around her. Still, at our early rounds here in Mumbai, I used to think that she was one of my father's friend helping me, later I discovered her real identity.
D. Dad never told me about her. Until the cancer, of course.
E. I am still struggling to call her Mom or Mother or anything in that context.

Sunday,
She (my biological mother) made some pancakes for me. Of course they don't taste like home but they are still pancakes and I can't say no. She is talking about her life after returning from USA and settling here. I turns out that she was sent there to study but instead she made love with some random English guy at her university and at the age of 18, leading to a baby in her womb. Then the drama began like abortion talks, fightings, family pressure, college dropout. Her family wasn't ready to accept me. I mean their intelligent daughter was seven seas away no one here in India knew what a mess she was and now bringing a new born would basically 'cut their noses' so in the end she dumped me and chose her career.
On the other hand my father, the stupid man in love couldn't let me go. He basically dropped from university to nurture me but then grandma took me under her wings and made sure that my father studied and after his graduation, he married my mumma (my real mother) giving me a family, a proper family, which of course cancer took away.

Now you see my life is a plane wreck on some discarded land.
And college is making the remaining part of this wreck to decay faster.
Still the stupid little Delysha in me thinks that college tomorrow will be a new day, a new week and I hope things just don't get worse. Cause in my life nothing gets 'better'

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