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The large white building was stained with graffiti, dirt and pollution. The fresh lawn was littered with crushed cans and food packets of all sorts. The trees were engraved with hearts and initials. The college ground was crammed with hyper students scattered all over the place. Girls were gossiping about boys and sex whilst applying make-up. Some seniors were playing a fierce game of basketball. She could hear the cheerleaders squeal as the boys scored a goal. The team captain took of his shirt when all hell broke loose among the girls. She could see a few couples snogging in the background practically eating each others face of. She grunted in disgust. She walked along the crooked path when she spotted some guys smoking weed, she looked away and walked off.

He was the epitome of coolness. His 'I don't care' swagger would make all the girls swoon and the boys run away with fear. He was at the top of the hierarchy. The college would fall to his feet with one click of a finger. Nerds would wet their pants just at the sight of him and the glorified bullies would also bow down to him. Girls were like a piece of tissue to him, use it and throw it away. In his heart there was no place for insignificant emotions such as love, only one thing mattered, his hunger and lust. Sex was his passion. It made him feel alive, in charge and in power. It made him feel wanted even though the he was the most sought after boy in Campbelltown, Sydney.

She entered the dull building with confident strides. She slung her bag over her shoulder as she walked over to the reception counter. She saw a white haired lady busily typing on the computer whilst trying to sort out some paperwork at the same time. Her desk was completely unorganised and she could spot a coffee stain on her cream jacket. She sympathised with the lady, she was overloaded with work. "Excuse me" she politely said, to get the ladies attention "yes?" the lady looked up to see a girl smiling at her. It had been a while since a student smiled at her. The kids in this college had no etiquette or civility. She was taken back by the courtesy of this young girl. "I'm new here; please can I have my class schedule?" "Of course dear, what's you name?" The lady had a sweet voice and she automatically liked the receptionist. She reminded her of her late grand mother. "Geetanjali Handa" "What a beautiful name, are you Indian?" the lady asked curiously. Geet politely nodded. She took her schedule and swiftly left for class and she heard the bell ring.

He entered the science lab, which in fact was not a lab at all. It was shabby mobile behind the main building. They added one sink and a gas pipe, and voila it's a science lab. The yellow walls where chipped and damp water stains covered them. He saw a cockroach scramble across the dusty ground as some girls screamed in fear. Students were standing on stools and tables singing Lady Gaga's 'Poker face'. He could see a two girls French kissing in the corner as he looked a way in repugnance. The nerds were quietly sitting on their seats probably preparing notes, about preparing notes during the lesson.

He felt a light tap on his shoulder; he turned around to see a petit figure. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. Well...only if you count dyed hair and contact lenses. "Hey babe" she greeted him before she smacked her lips on his. Her name was her Naintara, an Indian girl, born and brought up in the suburbs of Sydney. She had been masking her identity for as long as she lived, nobody knew where she was from because in this college if you weren't white you are not worth it. In college she was only Tara, the blonde chick with big breasts and a heck of boyfriends.

"MK, what's wrong with you today? You're not kissing me" She asked her boyfriend Maan Singh Khurana, slightly irritated. "Nothing, I'm just not in the mood" He replied in his usual husky voice. But she failed to recognize his melancholy tone; she never got passed his good looks and cute butt.

Maan was also another Indian descent who deceitfully hid his identity. He was the king of the jungle, he was at the very top and he wouldn't let his heritage ruin that. Maan was fire. Anything that would play with him would get burnt. He would destroy everything on his path, and leave a scar. He was also hot, very hot. His broad shoulder and stubble added to his masculinity. He had a powerful stance, and a strong demeanour which made him all the more dominant. He was vanity personified. He took Tara's hand and led them to their desk at the back.

Geet stepped out of the main building in to the back ground. The gentle breeze made her dark curls fly. She was wearing a light blue mini sundress, complemented with a white cardigan. She accessorized her hair with polka-dotted over sized bow. The sun kissed her fair complexion as she stood there for a few minutes. She heard the second bell ring which meant her class was beginning. "Holy Crap! I'm late on the first day!" She quickly ran off to the little mobile.

She was appalled by the state of the dilapidated building. She missed her private school back at the north shore. The door creaked open and she stepped in, only to find a horrible sight in front of her. Was this a classroom or a zoo? She scanned the room to look for a desk when she spotted a pair of melancholy eyes and she was instantly mesmerized. They looked black, but she guessed they were a dark shade of brown. She scrutinized his face and came to conclusion that he was pretty handsome.

Just as she was about to walk over to him he abruptly stood up and looked directly at her. "Hey guys, looks the new girl from North Shore is here!" The wild class instantly stopped their crazy shenanigans and looked up to him. "Oh look at her posh-tottie clothes." The class exploded in laughter but she was clearly not amused. "Was that supposed to be humorous" she thought. She raised an eyebrow up at him. The depressed look in his eyes had completely disappeared, replaced with only mischief. She ignored him, and walked over to the empty desk. "Looks like the posh-tottie thinks she is too good for us, because she is from the more affluent side of Sydney" He was about to say more but was silenced by the professor "Sit down MK" "Where sir?" he asked naively as the class once again erupted with amusement. The teacher rolled his eyes and threatened to send him to the principle.

"Good Morning class, today we have a new student with us. She is from Neutral Bay. We are privileged to have her here, she is a straight A student, one of the best in the country" She was mortified by the teachers compliments. She heard somebody call out Nerd. "Great" she thought. "Her name is Geet Handa, would you stand up to show yourself please" he carried on. "Oh f**k, this is the one thing I dreaded. What's wrong with these teachers, they can see me without standing" she muttered under her breath as she stood up. A boy whistled, typical behaviour from a bunch of insolent boys. She quickly sat back down.

The science professor, Mr.Everdeen drew a diagram on the interactive board. He asked a brown skinned boy, a question, the boy stuttered not knowing the answer. "Sir, how will he know, the only thing Paki's can do is blow up countries" another boy shouted out. The brown boy kept looking down and stuttering, and the teacher didn't say a thing. "Was this what our world has become?" Geet thought.

She stood up immediately to speak up for the boy but she felt something tug her hand "Don't, you'll just get yourself in an unwanted mess" She heard his soothing voice, and his boyish face. He was certainly good looking, but not masculine, he had innocent features with was complemented with an adorable smile. "We're used to it, the Anglo's don't consider anyone with coloured skin an Aussie, most of the time they ignore us but occasionally they pick a fight. But there is not point arguing, everybody will side with them" "But I can't just let them talk to that boy like that, it's discrimination!" Geet was annoyed by the behaviour, and now this new guy is telling her to ignore it. How could she? But she decided to let it pass...but only this one time. "Anyway, I'm Yash. Pure Indian, and I'm proud!" He had a huge grin on his face and Geet felt an instant liking to this boy. "Geetanjali Handa, Punjabi sherni" She took out her hand for him to shake. She had made a new friend, the day wasn't too bad.

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