Chapter 1 {Messy Rooms}
My sister hit the alarm that was going off like crazy and throw it at me. "Aah ugh Isabella!!!" I scream in frustration and roll over to other side of bed.
Its 7 oclock in the morning. Sharing a room with my elder sister, our room is messiest room you will ever see. The chips packets left as it is, used plates and cups that you bring in your room to eat but dont bother taking them back in kitchen. Clothes here and there and so much more.
"Rafaella!" My sister yelled and i woke up instantly before i ask her what is her problem she threw water on my face and run towards bathroom. What the hell
"Isabellaaaaa !!!" I run towards her trying my best to catch her but she beat me and went inside bathroom and locked the door "what do you think you are going to stay there for rest of your life" i yelled at her. We dont normally fight like sister fight over stupid stuff just mess with each other.
Going through my closet i take out a blue turtleneck top and white skinny jeans with white jacket
Its first day of second last semister in university and soon it will be over. I am sad and happy at the same time. Happy because this crazy thing will be over, which i have been struggling for past 3 years. Sad because i will miss these days so much
Turning up the volume of the speaker as the song start playing which i choose from my mobile
My sister is trying to study early morning and here Iam munching and jumping around instead of studying for exams as they are around the corner.
My mum preparing breakfast in kitchen. As i enter the kitchen it smell so nice. She is making vegetable omelette. They are my favorite. "Should i start setting the table?" I ask her to which she nods and i start taking plates out from one of the Cabinet
"Ugh!" I heard my mother groan as the milk got spill over the stove after boiling because of high flame which she forgot about. Aah here goes nothing
While we were having breakfast i asked dad for his car keys telling him that i need to go to my friend's house. My dad is still strict about punctuality, cleanliness and his daughters getting nothing below A+. "Why you have to go? Don't you have exams very soon?" I just knew it.
"I have already prepared for it" i said with cool tone "I am sure Adwin already preparing for exams" he said taking bite from his toast.
Ugh i hate when my father compare me to him. He always think he is better than me. He is my rival. And i hate him so so much. He also live next door as our fathers are very close friends so they decided to stay in same street, houses next to each other. Meanwhile there kids simply hate each other atleast i hate one of them.
"Well right now he is outside jogging with his brother in park. " my sister interupt in between
"And he must be explaining aromatic compounds to his brother" i laughed as i pour the apple juice in my glass.
" Do you even know what are aromatic compounds?" My dad asked giving me skeptical look. Sure he think his daughter is just fooling around.
He used to be a professor in my university but recently got promoted to another campus.
"Aromatic compounds are chemical compounds that consist of conjugated planar ring systems accompanied by delocalized pi-electron clouds in place of individual alternating double and single bonds. They are also called aromatics or arenes. The best examples are toluene and benzene." I said all at ones. Feeling proud of myself.
"And how do you know if the compound is conjugated?" He asked another question. His whole focus on me.
"By finding the p-orbitals. Double bonds are always made from p-orbitals and a lone pair can be in a p-orbitals if it will conjugate the molecule. It needs 3 or more p-orbitals in a row to make it a conjugated molecule" I replied. What is this now a chemistry class?
"Why is benzene a highly stable aromatic compound?" He asked another question. He is never satisfied.
" There are delocalized electrons above and below the plane of the ring, which makes benzene particularly stable. " I replied quickly.
This is getting annoying because i asked him if i can go to my friend's house and he is just finding a way to degrade me.
My sister looking at me dumbfound. My mother having this prideful look.
My father than take a sip from his tea and said without looking at me. "Okay come back home before 12 o'clock. " I could see he is proud of me but never show.
"Lets go! " My sister whisper in my ear and we both left the room.
