The Newie.

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Term two had begun. And with every passing day our excitment, our thrill and our number of "anti social" acts increased.

P.S Anti social not as in drugs or murder. Anti social in our principle's way of thinking.

Martha, Sarrah and Bugs who i dont know why are always on time were attending the lecture and me ! who i dont know why just can't stand to be in time for class was sitting out in the lobby doing nothing.

Suddenly a girl of my age..broad, round with open curly hair, a multi color top with central cowl and yellow leggings came running into the lobby. I can make out that she too is late for class. What a relief knowing there are people belonging to your category as well.

The girl: Did the lecture start?

Me: Nope, your early for the next lecture.

And i dont know why she laughed. What did i say?

The girl: Which lecture did i miss?

Me: Seriously???? You dont even know which lecture it is and you came running for it! Award wining in deed!

The girl: Hahaha! Good question. I should probably think about it.

Now that made me laugh. This chick has got some good sence of humour to match mine. Voila!

She settled down besides me trying to catch up with her breath. I thought of offering her water but crap i forgot i barely manage to get MYSELF to school let alone anything elz.

Luckily she had a bottle in her big blue Chanel bag. WHAT!!!! She is carrying a CHANEL bag!!. Who are you Miss Richie Rich. She tossed opened her bottle and started drinking. After that she kept the bottle back in and Holy crap! Who are you? First a Chanel and now a Blackberry TORCH! Trust me at that time having any thing beyond a motorolla flap was a sign of spoil rich brats. But she seemed poliet to be spoiled.

"Im Tamira", she extended her hand towards me introducing herself.

"Yeah .. Uhmm im Sorry.. Leesa" i introduced my self recovering from the eye stare game i was having with The Chanel and blackberry.

And then there was this 5 mins of deep killing silence. Just the way how it was when Harry killed Voldemort.

Ohk.. Its killing me .. "Soo where do you stay?" I started.

"Wilson street, 5th avenue..And you?"

"Amazingly just five blocks away. But i havent seen you here before. Are you a newie?"

"Well yes! Just shifted from LA. My Mom now runs a boutique here."

"Ohh sounds fun.. My dad also runs a boutique down at Parkivs".

"Uhmm are you Mr. Adresents daughter by any chance?"

Ohk..now she got me holding a big eye staring blankly at her.

"Dont tell me you know my dad!!.."

"Haha Yes i do know your dad. I had droped around with my mom to buy stuffs."

"Holy gods..!!! Hold on are you Miss Nafles's daughter?"

"Shit yess!!! You know my Mom!"

"Shit yess!!! You know my Dad!"

And suddenly there was this enthusiasm and eagerness and happiness and surprise and shock and "OH MY GOD" in the air.

We dont know why but we just screamed and hugged each other. We seemed sooo very happy and excited that we know each others parents.

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