I finally got my science stream! I hope my life goes on smooth now.
I finally have no reason to worry, I am just so free now.
Free to live and let live.
No more enemies, no more chaos, and no more plot twists.
Guess this is all part of being normal. A normal, ordinary human being.
That's what I thought. That's what I thought until,
MY FIRST DAY OF JUNIOR YEAR AT SCHOOL.
I was so serene before I entered that rigged building again. That rigged building of a century.
I could say it was the calm before the storm. Before a tempest, rather I would say.
It was all happy, I had a perfect celebration party, the perfect vacations, the perfect friend circle, and an attention-worthy love interest.
Yes, I "loved" liked Vedant. But I knew how to accept that he didn't like me, or at least, tried not to.
Who knows? Maybe I will be able to find out if I have enough patience.
Well, guess what! I am going to start a nice year at school.
And at that very moment, a paper ball flew down at me.
I looked up, a tinge bit annoyed. Guess that's it. The Beauty of growing up.
I stood in the assembly, from where onwards the day went smooth. Just that Hardik was missing. Not like it mattered anymore, but I guess moving on is a part of growing up, isn't it.
(Context: Hardik was a senior 12th grader who had just graduated school that year. he used to have a silent love language with Meera, but internally, another whole spoiled kid was trapped within him, aching to come out. The kind of rich spoilt brat man, yeah, that was Hardik.)
Again, I only thought so.
The first day went nice. I never got to notice anything different in the school, except the passing time.
Then came the second day...which was not as expected...
On the second day of school, I had just gone through the 1st half of the lunch break. I was just about to drift into blankness, when a slightly familiar deadly scent entered my nose.
It was from the boy's washroom.
I could hear loud coughing and muffled cries. I guess someone was smoking. And then, I couldn't help it. So, I kicked the door open, and half-covered my face in defense.
Well there was no crass nudity, but something entirely else.
Something that had the power to hold me 2 years back in life.
It was Darshan.
THE DARSHAN KAKKAR.
He looked all the more weirder than the disguise he had put on at last semester's end. His eyes looked weary, dark circles under them. I noticed his arms scarred with wounds of agonizing self-harm, and his arm bands laying on the ground.
I know a sensible me would have just left that lanky weird boy alone to decay, but I had enough of this. Enough of hating on the school. After all, I had always believed of him as a reflection of my past.
So, I ran after him as soon as he dodged me.
I knew where he was headed to.(now dont ask me if im ok.)
I darted after him as he was sprinting towards the staircase of the second floor.Just as I reached the staircase, he looked back at me, took a glance and launched himself into the spiral hollow between the staircase. I screamed as loud as I could. Loud enough to make Lucifer hear.
Luckily, the guard on the floor below had already been alerted by the sound of our footsteps.
Then, he said to me "I wish we weren't related!" Just before falling down onto the stairs and almost landing on the guard.