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People say this, people say that people say wrong, people say right. As a matter of fact, all these proportions of people are yet to be discovered. They are hidden, lost or gone forever. But in my case, it is a wrong phrase to explain a character like me. My mum used to say that I am an exception in all cases. My thoughts, thinkings, ambitions were always a little bit different from the other girls of my age. But as a matter of fact, I had never seen her.
Mornings are never warm for me. As for my house, you can say it’s surrounded with many scented plants and trees. Everywhere you could see, you would find shadows. I never cared to open the curtains of my bedroom, so that the golden sunlight can enter. My bedroom is a small, red wrapped room. Yes, you heard it right, my room is all blood red, because my favourite colour is red. From chandeliers hanging on the door to my room paint, you can find it all red.
I was unable to sleep yesterday night and kept staring at my laptop dealing with some flirty jerk online. Whenever I tried to sleep, something always woke me up in the middle of the night. It’s nothing new. I get nightmares. It’s so often that I got used to it now.
A woman with a fair face and brunette hair, smiling at me as if her face is just over mine. This is all I see, every night. I could not see any other details of her face.
It was morning by now, and I was still sitting with my laptop, with Instagram opened. Different images were still popping up. I was watching them. . . dozing.
I heard the lock was turning, and I immediately looked back at the door.
A pale skinned lady with bluish eyes appeared with a flowery tray in her hand. On top of it, there was a coffee mug. I know she saw my tension filled face.
She walked to me and sat beside me on the soft bed and moved her slim fingers through my hair while keeping the tray on the table.
“I again saw that dream aunt. . .th. .that lady with brunette locks” stammered and aunt kept me calming down.
“Don’t think about it. . . everything is alright” she gently kissed my forehead.
Aunt Rebecca is just like my second mother, she is looking after me since I was five months old. . . as told by her. I have been hearing from her since I was a child that, my parents died when I little baby. But she never mentioned the reason of their sudden death. I stopped asking her about it after I grew up.
I was hugging aunt until now. . . she is just like my second mother. Suddenly my phone began to ring. I picked it up from the table. The phone was constantly vibrating, as I recognised the number of one of my best friends, Evelyn.
“Hallo. . .” I said, with a hint of tension still in my voice.
“Hey, babes!! aren’t you coming to Springfields today?” Evelyn was almost shouting on the other side of the call that I had to take the phone speaker a couple of centimetres away from my ear, then again resumed talking to her, the screeches of the students from our college campus, was still beating my eardrums and it seemed hard to listen what she was saying.
“Hallo!! Hallo!!” I repeatedly tried to answer.
I stood up from the bed and walked up and down across the room, so to listen what Evelyn was trying to say with the coffee mug in my hand, as I saw aunt Rebecca moving out of the room. I smiled at her. She smiled back and left.
“Hallo!!” I continued shouting at the top of my voice.
The call hung up. I thought something was going on there and so I have to reach the Springfields soon. It’s the name of my College.
I took a quick shower and in a couple of minutes, I was ready wearing my red top with black jeans and a dark sunglass on my nose, with all my requirements packed in my little leather bag.
“Vivian...my child, take your breakfast first!!” aunty screamed from the kitchen.
“Hmm...” I tried to scream back but my mouth was already full, because of the bread I stuffed inside my mouth. I tried to gulp it all, but seriously it was so damn hard for me, but I still managed as I saw aunty laughing at me. I laughed back and tried to push another piece of bread, in my mouth and ran out of my small run, bidding a ‘rush’ goodbye to aunty.
I saw my red car, was laid in the garage. I went into it and brought the engine to life.
In a couple of seconds, I was at the front gate of Springfields College. I entered it while wearing my dark sunglasses. It was as if, the sun was always very cruel to me.
When I entered the college campus, most of the eyes were on me. Well, this scene has been very common to me. Some people look at like that, as if they have never seen a human. It’s very disgusting because I was never an attention seeker. Well, I didn’t give a shit to them. I quickly reached the second floor and stood by the gate of my classroom.
“May I coming? teacher...” I asked politely. The teacher wearing a white gown and a pair of spectacles on her nose looked at me, I stood still.
“Come in...” Ms Jhonson answered in an atrocious way. It was nothing new. She is always like this.
“So...Miss Vivian Lopez? how did you manage to come so early?” the nerdish teacher growled at me.
“Just like you came mam...with my legs!!” I answered and smiled under my lips. Everyone in the classroom began to laugh. I saw, Ms Jhonson’s face became plastered with shattered ego. Usually, I am a conversation ender, then a starter.
Our classes ended after a busy schedule of five hours.
“So, what did you called me for?Eve...” I asked Evelyn.
“I would answer on behalf of her...” Miranda Giggled.
Miranda Carter and Evelyn Collins were my two my besties. The first one, is an all-around musician, I mean, she knew almost every aspect of music, on the other hand, Evelyn is a foodie freak.
We were walking by the college corridor. Miranda was walking with pouch hung by her shoulder and wearing a jean jumpsuit, with her blonde ponytail, shaking like a pendulum, and I and Evelyn were both in jeans. Evelyn eating a burger and me with my bag in hand.
“We are planning to go the club today....” Miranda exclaimed.
“Now? but...I am not well today guys...” I answered.
“No, excuses babes...you have to come, and you are going to drive us there...” Evelyn said, peeking at me, eating her chicken burger.
“Ugh!! alright...” I answered back.
In a couple of minutes, we were in the care parking of Springfields. I and Miranda sat in the front seats of the car, and me holding the steering of my red Mercedes, and Evelyn seated the back seat. I bought the engine to life, and the car started towards the pub.
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