A Bubbly Girl

The good deed

Hi guys I'm new and this is my 1st official writing. Thanks for choosing this story. The main character's personality is mine, so this story will also help me analyze myself. I hope you enjoy your time here. LOVE, LOVE!!!

The hair colour is black though!

Mrunal's pov

Beep! Beep!

"Oh stop!! Its already morning!!" I whispered to myself in my not-so-good morning voice.
What!! I know I am all flower and sunshine but like others I too don't like getting up early. Its hard!!
I dismissed my phone alarm and got out of my bed. I went to my bathroom. So here's a thing, I have a rectangle shape bedroom which is beautiful for me. I have lots of photos of my family and me and posters of one direction. Yes I'm a directioner!!! Then I have a changing room and through my changing room I have a bathroom.
After I freshed up I put on my outfit (on top). Today I am going to a temple so I had this lovely blue traditional Indian outfit. I braided my black hair (on top) and then I applied little foundation, mascara and a light pink lipstick. I looked in mirror. I saw a black haired, 5'2 feet brown girl with a light brown eyes which looks like hazel sometimes. I am not perfect but I am my favourite.
It was already 9. So I went to kitchen. Everyday I would upset my small brother by waking him up but today was last day of our Diwali holiday (an Indian festival) so let him have peace maybe I'll prank him later. "Good idea Mrunal" I told myself.

"Good Morning Sona!!" my mom who was already in the kitchen making breakfast said. Sona is my home name. (Do you have one??)
"Good morning Mama" I sweetly replied. One thing for sure I LOVE MY MOM!!!
"Here! Your breakfast"
"Thanks" I started stuffing my face with the poha (Indian dish) and green sandwich my mom so beautifully made.
After I finished my breakfast i quickly checked my phone. You know I never leave anyone on seen, it hurts.
I told one person who works at my parent's hospital to drop me at temple. So this temple have kinda slope!! Its beautiful though. I entered temple and good enough the priest had just started the prayer. I joined them, when the prayer was over I went towards the priest to seek his blessings. I bend and touched his feet. "God bless you" he said.
I feel so happy when I come here. Its so pure and simple. I see milk, flower kept Infront of God. When I came out of temple I clicked some Snapchat selfies. I was checking my phone when a small boy came up to me.
"Sister, you want some flower for God?" he asked in his dull voice. He looked very poor from his outfit and all. No doubt he look so pale. I bend down to match his height.
" What's your name,boy?" I asked sweetly. He looked shocked. Sure no one talk to strangers nowadays.
"I won't bite you can talk to me" I assured him. "Raj" he shortly replied.
He looked maybe 8 or 9 years old. I then asked him the first question that came to my mind seeing his state. "You go to school?"
" What school?" I got my answer. I could see he hadn't had food. He was definitely very weak. I really wanted to help him but how? " Think Mru Think" I told myself. And then it hit me. I ran to the temple." Good no one is here" I whispered. I tip toed until I reached near the god statue. I picked up the huge glass of milk. " I'm sorry god. Really sorry. You know what I am doing is right. That kid really need this. If people put this on you or near you it will be for nothing but if this milk goes in his stomach, then he will have energy to work hard and maybe he'll stay healthy for a day at least. I love you god. Please understand me" after finishing my so long sorry speech to god, I ran out and towards the kid. We sat near a tree and after me convincing him for 10 minutes to just drink it, he finally did. I didn't tell him where I got it from. What if he spilled out!! I was having a nice chat with a new friend I just made when I remembered. "The glass!!" I shouted.
"What?" Raj asked confusingly. But I didn't have time to answer I ran in the temple with the glass. And what I saw was what I feared about.
The priest.
I stopped in my track. "Come on god! I did a good deed. Help me!" I prayed to God.
Oh my god!

I know something is going to happen and it's not good for me.