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“Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in him,”

Elora

“Huh!” I rolled over to find the thing.

This thing is the most irritating thing ever and I hate it more than my accounting class I thought when my alarm doesn’t shut at all. I unwantedly woke up and just laid there for another five minutes wasting my precious minutes watching the ceiling of my room.

Then the thought of today’s classes and college made me rush. I’m not in a mood to get ready nor I have time. I wore ripped jeans and black full sleeves, put my long black hair into a messy bun and left my face without any powder or cream. I went downstairs for my quick breakfast and made a text to sam saying I will be by 15 minutes on campus!

Sam is my best friend I met her in my first year. At first, we both didn’t get along it took some time for both of us to get along. but we did we become the best of friends.

Aside from them, I have two other best friends who are Aarav and David but sadly they are into different groups because of there ambitions.

Aarav is into the fashion world whereas David was interested in medicine so, he is in Russia doing his medical practice under some famous doctor. So here I ’m stuck up in this business field. Even though it’s boring, sometimes I enjoy the concepts when I understand them.

“What’s happening?” I walked towards Sam and Shreyas. They both turned around giving me tight smiles. I raised my brow stopping near them.

“Sowmya’s dad met with an accident.” Shreyas said as I flinched hearing the word. I didn’t say anything after hearing that.

“I better go before the class begin.” Shreyas left leaving me alone with Sam.

“You okay?” I nodded my head walking towards our class.

“Listen, don’t spoil your day by remembering the past. I know you don’t want to talk about it but please don’t recollect.” She held my arm but it’s useless as my mind is already playing the movie of memories.

I let out a heavy sign entering the noisy classroom, I smiled at the first benchers as I passed them. “Some people who mean so much to you are the one who hurt us the most leaving a forever scar.” I say taking my usual seat.

“You don’t have to remember them.” Everyone knew I don’t like t talk about my dad and they clearly know not to ring up the topic but sometimes... Sometimes I just want to rant out how I felt that day or how I feel.

“You know Sam, when I stepped in that house after like seven years nothing changed. When I walked into my childhood from. Everything looked the same... It’s like no one touched it for years but they cleaned the room time to time I guess.”

Sam didn’t say anything she just listened to whatever I said, this is the first time I spoke about it after what happened a month ago. People looked at me weirdly even my own friends looked at me weirdly when I didn’t cry on funeral or the day later. People just judge you by seeing the outer behaviour they don’t even know what’s happening inside or how hard it is to control every emotion to stay strong.

“What you two talking?” I stopped talking as Priya and Sriya sat in the front bench.

“Nothing, did you bring my book?” I asked Sriya placing my head on the writing bench.

“Yup.” She pulled the ook from her bag as I closed my eyes.

“Why is the Purohit isn’t here yet?” Priya said as the ma’am didn’t enter the class yer.

“She is late I guess or took a leave. Who knows.” Sam replied tapping her fingers on the bench.