Chapter
One
Notched dresses, scarlet lip colour and
blue-black eye makeup were not all that Sharanjeet Raiprakash needed to be a
qualified bitch. It took a blotched conscience, a scarred existence and no
legitimate substance in life worth not being a bitch for being who she was; but
all of that later.
Today was a rather odd hybrid of recovery
and pain. Today was when as she walked out of the door of X-D, St. Brutus's
School, she was aware of never having to return. She was leaving for good; her
days at the school had culminated. Awakening bore paradoxically churning
thoughts very deep into her head. A place at Bangalore's best school awaited
her. She had made it.
All the components of her life mostly
summed up to mundane jobs like criticizing school, refusing guys times
twenty-one every day et cetera. Now, the base was going to have to be
established again, new guys to refuse and new things to be critical about. She
did not mind.
But some things she was going to miss. For
instance, the apple tree at the far end of the playground of St. Brutus's, it
was where she spent most of her solitary time at school, primarily when she was
bored of defeating people at basketball for the five-hundred-and-sixteenth
time.
Her living was beyond the mundane existence
of a mere mortal. While it was gonna be acknowledged and she received what she
deserved, mad times were going to have to be in-your-faced as she stepped out
of her comfort zone.
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Swayum Shikhawat of the to-be-IX-F of
Bangalore High considered returning to school a threat to his sanity. The face
of a droning Mister Math Teacher floated across the room when he realized he
was just exposed to some heavy-duty hallucination. After one last view inside
his bag, he was satisfied with all of aid had been packed, his deflated basketball
too, he made a mental note to do something about it the next day.
As he reached the living room of his house
wherein echoed the tiks and toks of his shoes on the wooden floor, he looked
around hopefully as though someone was gonna apparate into the premise. He
glanced at the picture of a slightly plump, cream-faced girl's on the wall, grabbing a glass and pouring water in it.
He gulped down the whole bottle of water in
ones and twos and muttered in an easily detectable British accent, "My Mum and
Dad are doctors, very busy. My sister lives in Australia. India is not a bad
country."
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