Chapter 2: The usual

It happened like the third time, when my mother who out of her condescension would oftentimes to prove it, upon the gracious terms, leave her important files or lesson plans at home. And as an honor, for being her second child, I am bound to pretend pleasantly, about my sweet and wholesome often action in front of her colleagues. Now in the middle of two choices either I act or react, I chose act as usual, because to think of reacting, makes me think half of my world is already dead. You know, just a mother daughter "love". While she stood aside, wondering me coming in 10 minutes to hand it over, I could just curse for my existence. How can someone even travel so far in 10 minutes. But whatsoever, I took an auto as fast as I could, and at that point of time, the swelling hopes arose in my mind, predicting teachers wouldn't scold me for not attending the school function. Atleast my mother would save me in compensation. It's not called taking advantage, it's like a promise to be more interdependent to each situation. My mother cared not much for me leaving school days on regular basis. I have a certain belief that people who are more dependent to oneself are productive enough to handle studies on there own. Besides having no friends, school really sucks. Need not to get offended if you find school amazing and cherishing, everybody is different with different views and preferences, to say the least. After jumping my butt through bumpy roads, I finally could shake it to relax the tense muscles. Auto uncle's driving talents are the best you could actually find in India. If you find too much happiness in your life, I would suggest you to take a ride in auto. I wore a cargo jeans with bodycon vest sticking my breast out, not sure of the appropriateness within me, lack of general aesthetic sense to manage the school life. I entered the school hall. My hands went cold in nervousness. I thought my mother would be standing at the gate but she is just so sweet, thinking of introducing me, out of her hospitable nature, but completely forgot about the woman standing next to her was my class teacher. How practical!. My wild attire turned out to be more introverted, biting my skinny upper lip, I managed to follow some classmates while the students can't take there eyes off me (more specifically my breast). I was completely unaware of this large crowd. I didn't even care to know what the event was about. I somehow managed to get through the crowd and the wicked eyes.