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Chapter One: First Day In Emirates High.

A groan escaped from me as I adjusted my head on pillow, trying hard to block out the annoying sound, who was determined to wake me up. I scowled, clutching my eyes tightly closed, putting my palms on my face, covering it, I screamed from back of my throat. With the last tired exhale, I let my palms slide over my face, biting my lips, I finally opened my eyes, blinking at the cold, plain roof. With a deaf making silence, I kept staring at the roof, pondering my thoughts. I tiredly cracked my neck on one side, look at the clock who was rotating all his needles too much fast for my liking. I quickly sit up and threw the blanket aside, letting cold air freeze me as I was too much warm. I crawled till the end of the bed and touched my feet on the wooden floor, took my cell and snooze the alarm.

I gripped the edge of the bed and closed my eyes, just before 5 hours, we shifted here in this new city. Again. Well, we means me and My mom. I don't have dad. I mean, I don't know who he is. He left me and my mom when I was in her womb, growing, my adrenal gland developing me into a human being, so I didn't know exactly. But, what I could calculate, I did and came on only one conclusion that I was unwanted to my father. And, when other thoughts tried jump on my mind, trying to boil my emotions, I just threw them away. I didn't wanted to think of him, I already have so much in my plate to waste a minute on him.

So, where I was? Yes. Again, a new city. Well, and with that new school. I shook my head and padded towards my small new bathroom. I blinked at my reflection and ran a tired hand through my too much wild messy hairs. My hair were always tangled, how much you comb after sometime they become curly, falling on my face, irritating me to the edge. I snatched my brush from the glass, I just put last night and started brushing my teeth.

Today was first day of school which was going to be another day of my boring life. Again, I have to face the new people and have to do something, so they can stay away from me. Well, it's just best, right? I used to execute this idea in my all previous schools also. It was juts easy to leave. No friends so no tears, no one just cares where the hell you are. I rinsed my mouth and turned on the shower. I winced as cold like ice, water hit my warm skin. I gulped and let it sprinkle on my body, when I finally felt comfortable I squashed some coconut shampoo into my hand, started massaging my scalp. I stared at the stream water which was flowing everywhere on creamy tiles. But, inside of my head, I was preparing myself mentally for everything.

I put my hairs into a ponytail and looked down at my outfit, it was simple blue sweater and blue faded jeans. I grabbed my bag and my letter as a new admission. I dashed out of my room and padded towards the living room. This house was really huge. I came to a halt when I looked at my mother who was sprawled out on the couch, with some empty beer bottle, surrounding her. She was softly snoring. I just blinked at the scenario, front of me.

Well, this is my life. Life of Ava James.

I walked towards my mom, careful with all the bottles. I bent down and put the back of my palm on her forehead, sighted in relief as she wasn't having fever. I studied her face and quickly looked away. I rose up and removed the blanket under her feet and put on her, she snuggled instantly. I stared at her, observing her calm face. Taking a deep breath, I turned and closed the door behind me,softly. So my life is like this for years. After when my father walked out, when he found out that I was coming out of my mom's stomach in some 9 months, he just walked out, leaving all responsibilities on my mom. And, as I grew up, it became difficult for her to raise me. And, on top of that, she was... depressed. My mom loves that man very much. But, things didn't go as they had to and my mom's heart broke. She moved on though. But, she was never same. After my 10 years of living, our relationship changed, she became more and more distant from me, and I just... couldn't do anything. Not that she hates me but she doesn't love me also. Whenever, she see me I can see a cold, distant woman, staring at me. Yes, it hurts. It hurts like you can't even imagine. But, now I just accepted everything and I am no longer interested to get deep into this. Even, if my mom don't love me, somewhere I love her. Call me, stupid, idiot, anything you want. But, she is the reason I am here in this world. She could have saved her relationship by killing me and could have lived with the man she loved. But, she didn't do that. I don't know why? But, I am just grateful to her and from that somewhere I know she cared for me in the past and I also hope, I will get a actual live glimpse of the mother I had when I was 10, and now I am 17 and I still have hopes.

I gripped the straps on my shoulder as I stopped on a corner. I could see the 'Emirates High' ,my new school. I looked around, the group of students were walking, some were sitting on the stairs and some were, just hanging out. I stared blankly at the students who were laughing among themselves. Nervously, I crossed the road and passed through many students who were really busy with whatever they were doing to notice me. As I entered into the building, some people eyed me and then ignored. I bite the inside of my cheek as I took every step heavily. I made my way towards office and knocked on it, little too much firmly.

"Come in."

And I stepped inside. An elder woman was sitting, staring at me with both eyebrows lifted up, her lips into thin lines as if she wasn't happy with my arrival. I gulped and handed her my letter of a new admission. She lifted her chin up and started reading the letter. I quickly glanced around and then looked back at her, because honestly nothing was interested.

I stood there in an uncomfortable silence as that elder woman rose from her sit and opened one of the drawer. With a final sigh, I grabbed my timetable and prospectus from her and dashed out of the room, without saying anything. That sour expression on her face told me that she didn't even expected more. I checked my timetable and noted my room number.

History,

Economics,

Maths,

French,

Biology,

Arts.

Phew! And, then home. Not that bad. I quickly checked the prospectus and searched for my floor in the map they had given. After when I cleared up everything, I tightened my hold on the straps of my sac and started heading towards my classroom.

I was about to take a step on the stair when I heard something which made me stop. My eyes snapped at the direction. There was a group of students who were just chatting, smiling, joking around. One of the girl stuck her tongue to rest of all and all laughed at her childishness. I gulped as I again got reminded that how much boring my life is. I know, this is a simple thing, why am I making a big deal of such a small thing. But, what if you never experience like all such moments? Just think back those moments, where you spent good time with your friends but what if those moments were just absent in your friends? You can't fight that heavy, depressing feeling when you are standing in a crowd and all are just walking beside you, may be bumping into you, but not even showing acknowledgement. That feeling is most depressing.

I frowned as I felt something beside me, but before I could even react, I was already on the ground, on my one side, my right was pressed under my heavy body and my shoulder pinned down on the ground, I groaned as I felt a vein stretched unpleasantly in my neck region.

God, that hurts.

I blinked my eyes slowly as tiles came into view.

I just fell, didn't I?

How many people are looking at me right now? Oh, god.. I don't want to be the center of the attention. It just... scares me.

I gulped as I slowly, too much slowly sat upside, but immediately winced as my right hand was throbbing. I leaned forward and pulled the bag's strap towards me.

"Sorry." A soft voice said near my ear. My head snapped towards the direction and I met with a boy who was leaning , rubbing the back of his neck. I gulped as I looked down at the hand he was offering. My eyes quickly roamed around, people were looking at us curiously.

I just... I just...

I counted from 1 till 10, so I could get calm.

10.

I looked up and saw the same boy was still standing there, looking slightly confused and his lips twisted into a frown. I realized I was being weird in their eyes. Without thinking, I jumped up on my feet and grabbed my bag, without saying anything I just ran upstairs. I heard a shout behind me but I just ignored and ran where I can see a way to escape. When my legs started to pain and I was short out for oxygen, I stopped and leaned forward, putting my hands on knees. I panted and caught a control on my rapid breathing.

That was just embarrassing and I was in center of everyone's attention.

God, I just hoped no one comes to me to talk.

I looked around and luckily I was just on the floor where my classroom was situated, I sighted as I started looking for my room. I quickly walked towards classroom as I spotted it. I gulped and entered the classroom.

I blinked as I saw wild animals in the form of students who were looking somewhat similar to humans were growling at each other. Well, typical boys were doing typical boys wild dance i.e. Dude-talking and doing nothing but wasting time with each other by cracking some non-veg jokes. I made my way towards last bench and dumped my bag on it. I looked out and spotted a big ground of football which was joined by basketball court. I heard the whistle of coach and all tall, good looking boys started running in a line, may be doing the warm up. The girls were cheering for them and all the typical, practice.

I felt like I was alone in the entire classroom. Suddenly, all noises were stopped. I averted my eyes from ground and turned my attention in my classroom. All students were standing , looking ahead, I peeked my head up, so I could get a watch. I huffed and stood up, but girls in front me were too much heighted for my liking.

I was short. Not that short, but I was just some inches less than normal. And, even if it's some 1 inches, I am still short and it sucks.

I huffed and sat down as I could only heard the voice of the professor. Well, it was a male professor, I could tell from voice. I shifted my seat. I sighted as I looked at the professor of History. He was starting with evolution in Russia. I looked around, saw students weren't interested in what he was saying. I ignored them and focused on what Mr. Roy was saying.

We were on 2^nd page, when the door of classroom opened, Mr. Roy turned his attention and looked through his thick glasses.

"Yes, O'Brien?"

I turned my attention in my textbook as I wasn't certainly interested in what the student and teacher were talking. I started reading the next sub-topic, the people who were not interested in what Mr. Roy was teaching were now staring at the front.

Weird. People are interested in how teacher converse with students? And, people look at me as 'weird girl.' I know.

I shook my head and concentrated on the paragraph I was reading, pushing my thoughts away and murmuring in the surrounding.

A chair scrapped on the floor and it was just disturbing. Ugh!

I looked up and found Mr. Roy were looking in my direction and then, he nodded and started reading what he had paused. I frowned, what was that?

Suddenly, I felt something beside me. I turned my head and found the same guy with whom I bumped and fall on the ground, was now smiling at me. It wasn't teasing. It was a genuine smile, I could tell.

I quickly averted my eyes from him and marked a sentence from the paragraph, pretending that I just didn't turned my head.

"Sorry for errr.. What happened in corridor. It's just my friend pushed me and I bumped into you..." He paused as I turned my head towards him, glaring at him.

" Look, you are disturbing me. I didn't said anything to you not that I talked a word to you, so don't just bother me." I finished and looked ahead, tried to focus on what Mr. Roy were saying, but for some reason I couldn't.

I could feel that he was staring at me. But, can't blame him. That was really... rude. I sighted as he pulled out the history notebook and stated engaging himself in the lecture. I was just glad to that.

But, all crumbled down. When I heard,

"By the way, I am Nicolas O'Brien."

And, the bell rang.

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late eh?!😆

so coming to the update

its marvelous girl..😛

so first of all, ava is really a depressed girl!! she reminds me a lot of preeti in kal ho na ho..weird connections eh?!😕

BTW!! So she is reluctant to make friends..girls!! things are gonna change now...😉

and this Nicholas..I can only imagine a cute fit into boy of a middle school...not to popular but not too nerd either..just in middle...someone who looks ordinary but still different..This guy looks cute..😳 lets see what happens next..so now get your next update ready asap😉