As pink as white (COMPLETED ✔)

15| Nobody knows him better than I do.

Like, how do we fly?
Just by giving up on the ground.

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The word that Darshan had spent a night in my house spreads like fire and even people that I don't know look my way, like I am an unexpected guest.

Trust me, it could get worse if not for my girls and boys.

Whenever I run out of energy to make a snarky remark, they are there to do it.

They can do any amount of work, if it's just chattering.

But, right now, the principal's office doesn't seem like the best spot.

Deep, Deepa, Smriti and Shaif were all there.

As much as I know, it was one of the many accidents we have had with the principal.

Their crime? Shaif was walking down the corridor with his orange juice and slipped over a banana peel and fell upon Deepa who was with Deep. In order to rescue her, Deep tried to hold onto her but he fell instead and Smriti's paint box and the orange juice fell upon the principal's brand new shirt as she was dragged down by Deep.

However, the principal deserved it.

He had always been a creep. Flirting with the girls and being partial to the wealthiest was his job.

Looking at him in this situation with red paint all over his blue pants and orange stain on his white shirt while the blue stain made it's way to his semi-white-semi-black face. It was all so funny that even if I chewed on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing, my lips quivered, hard.

I was there to explain sir that it was all an mistake.

“Sir”, I begin but he objects from the start.

“No. Miss Joshi, I can't take this kind of behavior in this school. Do you know how embarrassing it is to move in the school campus with this red paint on my pant? Do you know how vulgar it seems?!”, the principal's face goes red with anger.

I know, I am not the only one stifling a laugh.

“You could change it, you moron of a principal”, I mutter under my breath.

“Miss Joshi, did you say something?”, the principal asks.

“Huh? Me? Sir, no. It must be your imagination”, I try to be polite but all I want to do is, roll on the floor, laughing like a maniac.

“Sir, see, we promise this type of thing will never happen. It was a petty accident, sir. They didn't do it intentionally. Please sir, just do them a favor this time”, I plead. I had always been on the principal's good books because he was a friend of dad.

Thanks to the enormous amount of contacts my dad has.

He is the coolest one you would ever meet.

My dad. Not the principal.

“Sir, if you want, I can call my dad, too”, I hesitantly offer.

The principal's face turns to a calculating one and then, he sighs.

And, then I know, we are off for good.