The Fallen Queen~[✓]

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1

Blue, Green, Yellow, Red, and Black rays were hitting me. It was creating a beautiful mosaic, but only I knew how painful it was. I felt like my brain was about to explode. I saw the light tearing before my eyes. I felt my pupils enlarge, like never before. I gasped for air, but there was none. Smoke curled up from my mouth; I wasn't dying, so what was happening to me? A glistering tear fell beneath me.

My eyes fluttered open.

'Bad dream.' I muttered. It was dark, and the crescent moon was glistering outside my window. I checked my phone; it was two-thirty. I was asleep for precisely three hours. I decided to get up and close my open window because sleeping wasn't an option. The breeze was refreshing, perks of living on the sixteenth floor, and the beach directly facing your room.

'Hi.'

I sent a text to my best friend, Ryan.

Ryan Roy. The guy with limestone color skin and honey brown eyes. The guy who's literally the only person in my life whom I talk to about almost everything. I met Ryan in our school canteen, and we became friends in a very non-stereotypical way.

It was our usual thirty-minute lunch break, and that day, I reached the canteen a little later than usual because I was caught up with some maths sums. Our teacher didn't let us out until we finished them. By the way, I'm terrible in Maths, and I absolutely hate it. So when I stood in there, pitching for my food and shouting phrases like 'I want my sandwich fast' and 'I need to leave I have class,' I heard someone join in with me. Like, it was odd because our school was mostly filled with depressed geeks who only knew Algebra and History of India. He shouted along with me, 'Sir, please give me my sandwich' 'I need to head back.' Slowly, when the canteen guy deliberately ignored him and me, our 'I's turned to 'Us.' After we shouted stuff like, 'We'll go to the principal' to 'Don't ignore good children like us' for straight ten minutes, he finally gave us our sandwiches. After my first bite, I felt really awkward, shouting in unison with someone I didn't even look at properly.

'Hello. Thanks for shouting with me in there. I thought our school had no one in its campus who would cause so much chaos.' I smiled. That's when I looked at him. He had an oblong face and a defined jaw. He seemed earnest, which was disappointing, but I continued. 'Um, my name is Karishma. What's yours?'

'Hi Karishma, I'm Ryan Roy, eighth grade. Section C.'

That's when we started talking. We met in breaks and then after school. Ryan was a sensible, funny, and fascinating guy. He genuinely cared about me. We used to rant over how our assemblies were the most boring thing in the world to how jobless one of our classmates was, hitting on random guys. He talked about glocal issues all the time, and his views were so much different from mine, yet we never felt a discussion stretch where one of us didn't wanna talk.

We also got into the same section in grade 9, and after sitting together in class for a week, we escalated to best friends. We've been friends for almost six months now, but it seems like years.

Ryan messaged back after ten minutes.

'Wassup Kashi? No sleep? Writing?'

'Just a bad dream. Not able to sleep. Wassup?'

'Homework. I've just started the English essay now. Not sure if I can make it to scul tomorrow.'

'Chill, it'll be done, good luck!'

'P.S- you know I had a weird dream?'

'Oh. Bye girl, I need to write. TTYL!'

I felt the cool breeze and closed my eyes for some more time. I was nervous the next morning would be screwed up.

I really hoped it wouldn't.