Chapter 1
“Dreaming again?!” I looked up at my friend smiling at me. I just rolled my eyes and decided to look at the page I was reading. The wave theory of light was based on an assumption that light propagates in all-pervading mediums called Eth- wow since when I started to read my textbooks? My friend opened up the records which she was supposed to complete by tomorrow.
“So, what were you dreaming of, Chikku?” I scoffed at the name she called me. Chikku. I should tell my grandma to stop using that whenever this woman is at my place. Sara simply chuckled at me; she knew how much I hated it. Female dog.
“Okay, now say what were you dreaming Maya?” she said making sure my name was pretty clear. I rolled my eyes and asked, “And what makes you say I was dreaming?”
“Oh, come on, I have known you for six years now. I can say what was going on in that dumb mind of yours. Most of the time when you are lost in your world you usually stare at something so absentmindedly that I think the guy over there is now might think you are a creep.” She simply said with that infamous challenging look. I raised my eyebrow at her but then she was right. She does know what I usually am feeling or thinking. I looked at her and she was right, he was now looking at me. Idiot. I used my hand as a shield and tried to hide my embarrassment with an awkward cough which made Sara chuckle.
“Sometimes, you are more adorable than my aunt.” Too funny was that. Sara thinks her aunt is a monster who was set loose from hell. To be honest, she is.
“So, what is in my dumb mind?”
“Something is bothering you, not something that happened but something…maybe thoughts?!” I looked at her pretty surprised. Wow! She does know me.
“…wow, pretty close. It was a dream I had last night. I don’t remember the entire dream but this one thing is bothering me… it was a question, What if death gave back your soul one day?” I looked at her expressions and it was unchanged but that was how she was, not that expressive.
“That… got me thinking but a great question.” She scribbled something down at the end of her book. There was silence for a while but then she decided to break it.
“You know I suck at drawings… Please make the diagrams for me.” And why do I think I am the one who can always irritate people? Maybe I have learned from her, she knows I am bad at drawings (not as bad as her, she can’t even draw a flower) and mostly hates to do so.
“Dude please, I have to submit it tomorrow. I’ll get you cupcakes later please.” She was right when she said she knows me well. I can never say no to cupcakes.
“Fine then, you write it first,” I said closing that book in front of me.
“And well, do you want his number? I mean he is pretty cu-”
“SARA,” I screamed awkwardly, earning a chuckle from my beloved friend and a beautiful glare from my old librarian.
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Sometimes I feel like I should go back in time and tell my younger self not to be friends with this idiot. When she said she wanted me to do diagrams, I thought maybe just one or two, my mistake though. I should have known that whatever perfectionist Sara is, she will never complete her studies or anything related on time. She will keep something pending for the last moment. She had diagrams pending for all the practicals done to date. The best thing is she did not expect any perfect ones from me.
Currently, we are way back home. Freaking buses. Always crowded. Can’t they have a greater number of buses so that the crowd will be a little less and I can sit and listen to songs peacefully? I have already lost Sara somewhere and knowing that little female dog I know she must have already got a seat. Thankfully, I had already managed to put on the earbuds and blast some music.
I always thought that bus rides were amusing. I know a lot many people from my college because of these idiotic buses. All I have to do is lower down the sound of the music and I get updated on all the spicy news swirling around. However, most of the time I try not to listen to anything (but end up listening to everything). The news update today was not that new, the group of girls behind me were talking about someone getting caught while snogging in a classroom. Girls! Get me some news. I already got to know it yesterday.
I lived in a small apartment just above the café I worked in. Sara on the other hand lived with her brother who had recently shifted here. Sara is an orphan and her entire childhood was spent cleaning and completing her aunt’s chores. Her brother is nearly 4 years older than her and had left her promising that when he returns back, he will make all her dreams come true. He was true to his words; he was now one of the most influential people in our state. I am really happy that now Sara is living the life she deserves. She now lives with his brother in his huge house. I have only seen her brother in photos, he is never home whenever I am at hers.
I sometimes wish even I had a brother like Sara. Seriously, I would not have to go on that bus every day. I still don’t understand why Sara comes with me; I have said to her so many times that I won’t feel alone if she even comes by that car her brother gifted her but no. That girl never listens to me. I had a quick shower and time to work now. Uncle Kenny owns the café and my parents had permitted me to stay in the apartment beside his just because he was there. Puft! My parents are a little too overprotective.
