I WAS JUST A CHAPTER

Chapter 3: Creepy Demons

Delysha

Monday was particularly a hot day and I was already looking like the piece of toast everybody leaves untouched at breakfast buffets. So with close introspection and the little knowledge of fashion that I have, I picked my favourite white linen jumpsuit and paired it with the new denim jacket I bought this Friday. The stupidest choice of my life so far.
Adding to it, I tried to smile at everyone around me (who all were practically staring me with their eyes out) and made a girl from that laughing group from last week, sit next to me.

So let me guide you through my whole Monday.
In the morning, I smiled at this girl named Viri. I have been noticing her since day one and she is kind to me I guess because point one she is not among those laughing girls.
Then I smiled at this girl called Bella and not only that, I allowed her to sit next to me and she is one among those laughing girls.
This is how you make yourself available for self-distruction.

Well, in the course of time (within three lectures) I and Bella became quit comfortable at talking I told her about my life, my condition and she told me about herself. Yeah, I was the amazing one with a fascinating story and she just had some academic romances and grades in her life. Then we went to the washroom until when I thought that, I really made a friend turns out was technically a foe.
How? So this is how it goes. I was in the washroom doing what people do there and her girls gang banged at my door, like practically banned the door to open it. The sound was so loud that it made me jump. Not just that they shouted asking me to show my breast. And laughted at my incompentancy of breastfeeding. Making my face glow red. I practically didn't opened the door until the lecture started and went back to class with my head down. They actually gave a lesson on ragging and I guess that this Indian girls are creepy demons.

At the next three lectures I struggled to get my head up to even see at the board. Bella was back at her desk. Still at the end of the day, I figured out the name of the group's head girl was Prakti, and she was the one banning and giving me lessons at womanhood.

And at the end of the day, to embarrass myself even more called (I practically shouted) at some guy for staring at my upper body. He looked away immediately, off course. Turns out he was Viri's childhood best friend. And for that she called me a 'zombie' in return. Well 'a zombie with no fashion sense' to be precise.

Making my Monday a disaster.
And on the top of it all, I called back home (Chicago) to talk with Mumma who wasn't interested in my new life. Cause all she cared about was her husband.
Yeah, the day was not getting better neither was my chance at my new life.
Because at night I slept with fighting voices of my 'we are getting better everyday at our relationship', lying parents.

Why can't they just accept that they are better off alone and let me go back home. Yeah, I still call that place my home turns out I don't have one. All I have is totally fucked up at relationship parents and stupid after cancer life with a irregular body shape plus this depressing college life which isn't working out.