My Perfect Obsession - AbhIya FF;Updt:Pg24PMsLater - Page 6

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chapter 1

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~~CHAPTER TWO~~

Between the dream I couldn't remember and the boy I couldn't have seen, I was scared. Focusing on my test was out of the question. I called up Panchi. ''Did I ever live in a house with a basement?''

''And good morning to you, too.''

''Sorry. I had this dream and it's bugging me.'' I told her what bits I could remember.

''Ah, that would be the old house in Delhi. I'm not surprised you don't remember.''

''Thanks. It was-''

''Bugging you? Aw. Must have been a nightmare.''

''Something about a monster living in the basement.''

''Monster? What? Is everything okay?''

''No, just..my imagination's in overdrive today. I freaked Siddharth out this morning, thinking I saw a boy run in front of the cab.''

''What?''

''There wasn't a boy, not outside my head, anyway.'' I saw Rhea at the locker and waved. ''The bell is going to ring so-''

''I'm picking you up after school. We'll talk.''

The line went dead before I could argue. I shook my head and ran to catch up with Rhea,

**

School. People think art schools must be different, all that creative energy, full of happy kids, less pressure and bullying. It's true that stuff like that isn't that bad at Excel, but, when you put kids together, no matter how similar, lines are drawn. Instead of geeks and jocks and nobodies, you get artists and musicians and actors. As a theatre student, I was pushed in with the actors, where talent counted less than looks, poise and grace. I didn't turn heads, and I scored a zero on the last two.

I'd always dreamed of being in art school, and it was as cool as I'd imagined. My dad has promised that we could say until I graduated, no matter how many times we moved. That meant for the first time in my life, I wasn't the ''new girl''. I'd started at Excel like everyone else. A normal kid. Finally.

That day, I didn't feel normal. I spent the morning thinking about the boy on the street. There were a lot of explanations. I'd been staring at his lunch box, so I didn't know where he'd been running. He'd jumped into a waiting car at the corner. Or moved at the last second and vanished in the crowd. That made perfect sense. Why did it still bug me?

**

''Oh, come on.'' Shweta said as I dug through my locker at lunchtime. ''He's right there. Ask him if he's going to the dance. How tough can that be?''

''Leave her alone.'' Rhea said. ''Come on people, or we'll never get a table.''

We made it as far as Rahul's locker before Shweta elbowed me. ''Ask him, Pia.''

He glanced over..and quickly looked away. My face went red and I clutched my lunch bag to my chest.

''He's a jerk.'' Rhea said. ''Ignore him.''

''No, he's not a jerk. He just doesn't like me. Can't help that.''

''Here.'' Shweta said. ''I'll ask him for you.''

''No.'' I grabbed her arm. ''Please.''

''God, you can be such a baby. You're seventeen, Pia. You have to take matters into your own hands.''

''Like phoning a guy until his mother tells you to leave him alone?'' Rhea grinned.

''That's Armaan's mother. He never said it.''

''Keep telling yourself that.''

That set them off for real. Normally, I'd have jumped in and made them quit, but I was upset over Shweta embarrassing me in front of Rahul. Me and Rhea used to talk about guys, but we weren't totally into them. Shweta was - she'd had more boyfriends than she could name. When she started hanging out with us, it suddenly became important to have a guy we liked. So, I invented a crush. Rahul.

I thought I could name a guy I liked and that would be enough. Not a chance. Swetha told him I liked him. I was horrified. Well, there was a part of me that hoped he'd go like, ''Cool. I like Pia, too.'' Not a chance. We used to talk in the class sometimes. Now, he sat two rows away.

We'd just reached the cafeteria when someone called my name. I turned to see Karan jogging towards me. He bumped into a senior, grinned an apology and kept coming. ''Hey.''

''Hey yourself. Did you forget miss rescheduled film club for lunchtime this week? We're discussing avant-garde. I know you love art films.''

I rolled my eyes.

''I'll send your regrets, then. And I'll tell her you aren't interested in directing that shot, either.''

''We're deciding that today?''

He started walking backward. ''Maybe. Maybe not. So, I'll tell her-''

''Gotta run.'' I said to my friends and hurried to catch up with him.

**

The film club meeting started backstage as always, where we'd go through stuff and eat lunch. We discussed the shot, and I was on the list for directors. I snuck out before it ended and headed back ro my locker. My brain kept whirring until I was halfway there. My stomach started aching up again, reminding me that I'd been so excited about the shot that I forgot my lunch.

I'd left my lunch bag backstage. I checked my watch. Ten minutes before class. I could make it.

**

Film club had ended. Whoever left the auditorium last had turned out the lights, and I had no clue how to turn them on, especially when finding the switch would require being able to see it.

I picked my way through the corridor, running into props twice. Finally my eyes adjusted to the dim light and I found the stairs leading backstage. After that, it got tougher.

The backstage led to small areas and green rooms. After feeling around the wall and not finding a switch, I gave up. The faint glow of emergency lights let me see shapes. Good enough.

Still, it was pretty dark. I'm afraid of the dark. I had some bad experiences as a child, people who lurked in dark places and scared me. Other people imagined playmates; I saw ghosts.

Three more steps and I screamed as fabric moved around me. I'd run into a curtain. Great. How loud had I screamed? These walls better be soundproof.

Ahead, I could see the lunch table. And my bag. I took a step forward and something thumped. My shoes squeaked and that made me jump higher. I rubbed the goose bumps on my arms. Another noice. A rustling. So, we had rats in our spooky corridor, did we? I turned my attention to the table. There was a shadowy figure..

A sob echoed through the room and broke off. Crying. From the right. The end of the hall. A dark shape-

I jumped forward, racing for my bag. I grabbed it and took off.