Our Life On Replay

Chapter 1

I’ve heard all kind of stories about high school; they say you meet your high school heartthrob, who is usually someone completely opposite to you, yet his luscious locks, bold looks, even his flirtatious looks towards every possible pretty girl seems to attract him to you even more. That tingly feeling, when he comes over to you, only to ask for notes, because yeah you’re that unfortunate nerd. However, this is a little different; I hated my high school heartthrob, I felt disgusted by his take on life, his attitude, how he failed all his courses effortlessly, his echoing witty laughter, the smell of his expensive cologne.

“You know what Sheza, you’re smart and all, but you have this…” he said, while placing his broad, somewhat skinny hands over his friends on both his sides.

“You have this indian accent…..the accent that is such a turn off!” and everyone around started laughing, their laughter echoing through the corridors.

Our high school was inside an unfinished apartment; due to the very few enrollments of students, our junior section thought it would be better if we just rent out two floors for the time being. Our high school had well furnished rooms, with more than enough chairs and tables, it had all the facilities just a much closed group of friends who usually liked being among themselves. It was hard to find diversity. There were days I found myself talking to the two helpers who usually stayed inside the kitchen; while others gave me glaring, disgusted looks. There were also days I hid myself from everyone and went upstairs to the unfinished floors and just stare at the road below. It was good, better than being ridiculed at.

It was a struggle every day to bear Ryan, I despised his jokes but somehow he seemed to grab a lot of attention, others found him charming, found his height amazing, some girls even found his missing way at the back attractive too; apparently it made him look even more handsome when he smiled. I think I puked a little when girls mentioned that to me.

“There’s this thing about you Sheza….” As he lifted his hoodie from the chair, so that he could sit down and start copying my work.

“You just have a really flat ass…” And he grabbed my Biology assignment from my hand, this time not smiling but just stating it as an everyday fact. I felt my blood rushing through my veins, I was aroused with intense anger, I thought to myself, ‘If my Baba had to ever hear this kind of comment from a guy like him, Baba would have snatched the life out of him’ I didn’t mention all this to him, I am not the kind to stand up to anyone. I kind of let it go for the time being. Guys with the brain size as his do not really deserve to talk to me.

School was usual, the same old teachers with their same old accent; nothing new. I stayed mostly down at the halls or in my secret area above the unfinished floor of the school. I knew if Mrs. Gloria caught me, I would be in deep trouble. Mrs. Gloria is one of the most intriguing women you will ever find. She was thin, more like petite with her hair tied up in a low bun, she wore very minimal make up; however as you approach her, you can see the kohl in her eyes, put on very precisely. I knew I were her favorite, from the way she hugged me every morning, her smiling edges that shown only when I scored the highest in class. She knew my hatred for Ryan, we were on the same page; more reasons to love this woman.

Though we belonged to two different religious beliefs, Mrs. Gloria always knew how to state what is right, she was well respected by my Baba as well, and Baba is so protective about me. It is like he wants to create an army for wherever I may be, so that I do not ever fall into wrong hands. How can you insure that? What is the meaning of wrong hands? What could go wrong?