Chapter 1 The city that never sleeps
Tara's POV
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OK...i definitely didn't expect this. Red ,yellow ,blue and green lights flicking and twitching giving the whole place it Neon.
Not only that,the lights definitely lit up the whole city taking it ideal name in process. The city that never sleeps.
It won't actually take a genius to figure out where am talking bout... Do you know the name of the place? No? Eh... Never mind cos me and my parent are currently in... Common just guess it No? Argh ok fine I'll save you the trouble cos we're currently in New York city.
There I told you happy now?
Gazing through the window of our car completely gobsmacked by the raw beauty of NY.
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Wow!.. This place is definitely a jaw dropper, building high as the highest tower in the Disney castle, different colors of light like the multicolor used for the hypnosis silly app. No offense to the owner of the app Tho.
I wasn't able to see many things cos of the speed of our moving car. So this heaven is now my new home, where I'll have new memories to hold, moments to savor and I can swear with my mothers life that they won't be a good one.. Since when has Tara ever had a good memory or moments to cherish? Not then, not now and am sure as hell not ever *sighs* can't wait to tour around the city that never sleeps. I thought.. grinning from ear to ear.
“Nia are you okay?” I was snapped out of my trance by maa. Gosh she didn't just called me Nia.
“maa I made
it very clear to that am not
changing my name” I remind her
“but-” “No buts”
I interrupted her before she gets the chance to bombard my poor head with reasons why I should change my name and whatnot.
“ just bcos we're moving to another country doesn't mean I have to change my name, mom please my name's Tara sharma and I ain't changing it for fuck sake so just drop it!”
I snapped at her and she flinches. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, my mom's eyes were glassy by now, gosh I hate to make her cry.
“am sorry maa I didn't mean to, its just that I don't think we should change my name just bcos of our country differences please reason with me”
I pleaded and she replied with a slight nod, she then rests her head on my dad's chest. Dad was oddly quite throughout the ride which made me narrow my eyes at him but it seems as if he was oblivious to the fact that mom and I just exchanged words.
Gosh I just wanna be as normal as fuck that the most normal being will hand over the damn crown to me, but it seems as though that'll be a tough quest to conquer.
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I should probably introduce myself, am Tara sharma ha! I bet u knew that. am an Indian, from Delhi India. 5'6, Golden blonde hair and electric cerulean orb and fair skin.
Now am sure ya also confused as to why am blonde since my parents are both typical Indians. Mom has waist length jet black hair with coffee brown eyes with petite body. Dad has the darkest of brown hair, he also has brown eyes as mom. See no hereditary, that's why am different from my friends back home in India being the only blondie among them and sometimes ummaira my bestie always says I look like an american and will definitely fit here in new York. Just hope she isn't wrong.
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Its been three days since we arrived here in New York and it was hell why?
Well for starters I wasn't allowed to go out so I won't have to hurt any American.
Mom and dad went shopping for me, bought me books and registered me in a school I didn't even get to know the damn name. gosh this is really pathetic are you kidding me? How long are they planning to keep me locked out of the world huh?
Well it won't last long cos am leaving for school tomorrow morning am glad I wasn't home schooled.
Can't wait to start a new life, a new school, new friends? Yah not sure bout that one but am really happy cos I'll get to see my new car, yup dad bought me a new car... Can't wait to have fun... The wrong way of course...
Smirking to myself I got up from my fluffy bed off to my room's walk in closet which is by my right close to my mini make up room filled with make up kits with some of the new cloths mom and dad got me. I picked up my blue back pack with a crystal sticker covering the back. I filled my books and pen in it then zipped it and discarded it only to be used tomorrow.
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Am currently in our new dining room with my parents watching me like a predator.. The F? Ok I've had enough.
“will y'all quit staring at me like am some kind of specimen in a damn laboratory ” I snapped mom blinked and dad swallowed hard, then the table fell in an awkward silence. Till mom broke it
“we can't help but worry bout our baby”
she replied giving me a sad look. Ok that's it.
“Just stop it already, I can take care of myself and won't cause any problem I promise” I Yelled narrowing my eyes at them.
“look I'll be careful, I won't cause any fight and I'll try and act Normal, but please you have to trust me its not easy to pretend to be what am not. Just stop all these and let me live like a normal human teen and let me enjoy my stay here, krypya maa aur papa” ( please maa and papa).
I got up and left em both...
How can they treat me like a Lil baby, am eighteen for petes sake. Shit!
I've had it with them already. I admit its gonna be hard to pretend to be normal with all those snooty American brats who will find any means necessary to bully or make my life miserable but guess what they're bout to get a whiplash by their worst nightmare. Me.
If they think that I'll just let them order me around like some rookie then they're definitely in for it.
Cos no one messes with me and gets to tell the story. Now that sounds so creepy right, I bet it does, that's just how I am, you mess with me I show you hell.
Simple.
Who do you think Tara really is? Or better yet what? 🤔😏
Find out in the next chapter
Things are Starting to get messy.. Haha
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