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A Happy Ending? (Chapter1)
I dumped all my books in the locker. My hairs coming on my face, blocking the view of tiny droplets flowing through my eyes. I picked my bag, rubbed my eyes furiously and stormed out ignoring the murmers going around me.
"Tanya!" a voice called from behind.
I didn't stopped and rushed out as fast as possible.
"Tanya, stop" Now he was right behind me.
Can't run anymore.
I quickly wiped my tears, forced a smile and turned around.
"Yes?"
"You were running from me" Ansh said.
"What makes you believe that?"
"I've been calling your name-"
"I couldn't hear"
"I was right behind you"
I lowered my hoodie, to show the earphones tucked in my ears, which were even though silent, could apparently work for a good excuse.
"Oh" He smiled weakly, I tried not to look at him, his smile, which made my insides twist.
"I should go" I decided, it was yet another excuse.
"Can I walk with you?"
That took me by surprise.
"Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend" I said innocently, trying hard not to sound bitter.
"She will be late, some sort of cheerleading stuff" He shook his head.
I nodded. We walked silently till we reached my home.
"Shanaya and I were wondering if you would like to join us for movie, tonight."
They forget, but I won't blame them.
"I have plans" I said without looking at him. He forgot.
I was at the door when he called back.
"What kind of plans?"
"None of your business"
I stormed inside.
I was hurt.
***
I changed, ate lunch, pulled back my hairs and stared at the painting, Tara had torn by "mistake". I was so used to it. She was a bully, it was fun for her. Not for me.
Today was a big day. I must be prepared. I should be getting ready into the dress, mom had picked, rather I wore sweats and sat by the window. Few years ago. Ansh and I, best friends. Sitting together by the window, together everywhere. He made me laugh. We played, gossiped, ate. We were inseparable. He was, is, a nice guy. I liked him. The biggest mistake of my life.
An year ago, he asked out my "bff", Shanaya.
End of our story. But it was never even started.
He likes Shanaya, Shanaya likes him. Perfect. Just perfect.
Today was my first art exhibition, I had told them both, they, being my besties were excited, they, being my besties promised me that they would be there, by me. They being my besties forgot my special day.
But it's okay.
Totally fine.
I should be happy for them, I cannot be so selfish.
I closed my eyes, a nap could do no harm.
***
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I overslept. Mom entered my room at 4, expecting to find me ready in my dress, but rather found me snoring by the window. She shook me hard, yelling to get ready.
I panicked.
I would've worn yellow pants with green shirt and different coloured shoes if not for mom.
Finally I was ready in a light blue dress, hairs pulled back in a braid and my art satchel bag on my shoulders.
We reached there by 4:45, we were 15 minutes late.
"Honey!" Mrs. Kapoor, the director of the exhibition exclaimed impatiently "You're late!"
"Mrs. Kapoor" I said quickly trying to figure an excuse "I can explain"
"Really? We don't have the time for explanation. Run"
Best
She told me about a few important people who were coming Canada, if I could impress them I might get a scholarship.
Mom gave me a hug "You'll do great" She smiled.
"Be confident" I heard Mrs. Kapoor's last words before entering inside.
***
It was a long day. Almost everyone seemed impressed, my fellow artist, also a classmate of mine was also there, Aakash, one of the basketball kids, I had never really even talked to him. It wouldn't have been a surprise if he didn't knew me at all.
"It's a beautiful one" I raised my head to see Aakash nodding at one of my paintings.
"Thanks" I smiled. "You have some amazing work too"
"Pleasure that you liked" He bowed sarcastically.
"Aren't your friends with you on your special day?" he said a little bit later
"They . . . they were busy"
"But it's your important day"
And they forgot
"It was there important day too" I muttered and went back to the book I was reading. I had no interest to talk about that, apparently he must have got the message because he didn't asked anymore.
★★★
I reached home by 9:45. I was super tired, hastily ate dinner, changed into sweats and went to the bed.
They must've enjoyed the day.
They deserve to.
He knew I liked him, I was sure of it.
The way I looked at him, even before they were a thing, I was too obvious, it must not be difficult for him, he knew me too well, but he thought of me like a sister. I want to move on. I really do. I just can't let people play with my feelings anymore. But its too difficult to move on. I'm with these people all the time.
For God's sake.
I'm impossible.
But it is long time now. I have to change anyhow, for Shanaya, for Ansh, for me, even if it means breaking our friendship. And since when childhood friendships last long anyways.
Every story doesn't has a good ending.
P.S. I'm sort of trying to write a series.
This is the first chapter. I'll try to upload the next one as soon as possible. Please tell me your suggestions in the comments.
Love😊☺️
"Tanya!" a voice called from behind.
I didn't stopped and rushed out as fast as possible.
"Tanya, stop" Now he was right behind me.
Can't run anymore.
I quickly wiped my tears, forced a smile and turned around.
"Yes?"
"You were running from me" Ansh said.
"What makes you believe that?"
"I've been calling your name-"
"I couldn't hear"
"I was right behind you"
I lowered my hoodie, to show the earphones tucked in my ears, which were even though silent, could apparently work for a good excuse.
"Oh" He smiled weakly, I tried not to look at him, his smile, which made my insides twist.
"I should go" I decided, it was yet another excuse.
"Can I walk with you?"
That took me by surprise.
"Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend" I said innocently, trying hard not to sound bitter.
"She will be late, some sort of cheerleading stuff" He shook his head.
I nodded. We walked silently till we reached my home.
"Shanaya and I were wondering if you would like to join us for movie, tonight."
They forget, but I won't blame them.
"I have plans" I said without looking at him. He forgot.
I was at the door when he called back.
"What kind of plans?"
"None of your business"
I stormed inside.
I was hurt.
***
I changed, ate lunch, pulled back my hairs and stared at the painting, Tara had torn by "mistake". I was so used to it. She was a bully, it was fun for her. Not for me.
Today was a big day. I must be prepared. I should be getting ready into the dress, mom had picked, rather I wore sweats and sat by the window. Few years ago. Ansh and I, best friends. Sitting together by the window, together everywhere. He made me laugh. We played, gossiped, ate. We were inseparable. He was, is, a nice guy. I liked him. The biggest mistake of my life.
An year ago, he asked out my "bff", Shanaya.
End of our story. But it was never even started.
He likes Shanaya, Shanaya likes him. Perfect. Just perfect.
Today was my first art exhibition, I had told them both, they, being my besties were excited, they, being my besties promised me that they would be there, by me. They being my besties forgot my special day.
But it's okay.
Totally fine.
I should be happy for them, I cannot be so selfish.
I closed my eyes, a nap could do no harm.
***
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I overslept. Mom entered my room at 4, expecting to find me ready in my dress, but rather found me snoring by the window. She shook me hard, yelling to get ready.
I panicked.
I would've worn yellow pants with green shirt and different coloured shoes if not for mom.
Finally I was ready in a light blue dress, hairs pulled back in a braid and my art satchel bag on my shoulders.
We reached there by 4:45, we were 15 minutes late.
"Honey!" Mrs. Kapoor, the director of the exhibition exclaimed impatiently "You're late!"
"Mrs. Kapoor" I said quickly trying to figure an excuse "I can explain"
"Really? We don't have the time for explanation. Run"
Best
She told me about a few important people who were coming Canada, if I could impress them I might get a scholarship.
Mom gave me a hug "You'll do great" She smiled.
"Be confident" I heard Mrs. Kapoor's last words before entering inside.
***
It was a long day. Almost everyone seemed impressed, my fellow artist, also a classmate of mine was also there, Aakash, one of the basketball kids, I had never really even talked to him. It wouldn't have been a surprise if he didn't knew me at all.
"It's a beautiful one" I raised my head to see Aakash nodding at one of my paintings.
"Thanks" I smiled. "You have some amazing work too"
"Pleasure that you liked" He bowed sarcastically.
"Aren't your friends with you on your special day?" he said a little bit later
"They . . . they were busy"
"But it's your important day"
And they forgot
"It was there important day too" I muttered and went back to the book I was reading. I had no interest to talk about that, apparently he must have got the message because he didn't asked anymore.
★★★
I reached home by 9:45. I was super tired, hastily ate dinner, changed into sweats and went to the bed.
They must've enjoyed the day.
They deserve to.
He knew I liked him, I was sure of it.
The way I looked at him, even before they were a thing, I was too obvious, it must not be difficult for him, he knew me too well, but he thought of me like a sister. I want to move on. I really do. I just can't let people play with my feelings anymore. But its too difficult to move on. I'm with these people all the time.
For God's sake.
I'm impossible.
But it is long time now. I have to change anyhow, for Shanaya, for Ansh, for me, even if it means breaking our friendship. And since when childhood friendships last long anyways.
Every story doesn't has a good ending.
P.S. I'm sort of trying to write a series.
This is the first chapter. I'll try to upload the next one as soon as possible. Please tell me your suggestions in the comments.
Love😊☺️
