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“You can’t see people’s struggle, Be kind to every mind. So that when they rewind they only find moments of happiness behind
them. Don’t ever be blind to someone’s tortures. Maybe it will also be better for our mankind.” [Author]
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[Jacqueline’s POV]
I wait with a watchful eye staring at my phone. For some reason, It doesn’t ping. Looks like he had other issues to attend to. Of
course, he had, it’s not like I am paying him to talk to me.
After pacing back and forth across the room. I give up and focus on my diary. I needed to add colors to it. I needed to depict his
beautiful smile. I needed to make sure his hair was blowing in the wind. Maybe I can add a little sing-song poem for him too
since he is so much into music. Maybe he will love it. Or maybe not. I guess I will find out when I send him the picture.
I try to remember where I had placed my colors last time but can not remember. Maybe I left it on the balcony or maybe I left
them on the table. Wherever I left them, going to find their sounds like too much work and I don’t have the energy to do that.
My phone lights up, it seems I have a new notification, another message. My palms immediately find their way to unlock it. I read
the first few sentences and flipped the phone over. Petrified. How can Rohan text me at this time? That f***ing pig!
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“Be Ready For The New Journey Annie From tomorrow. You are going to wish you never challenged me.”
I fidget with the coarse tips of my hair and open my diary jotting down about my day.
“I knew I was in ma**ive trouble when he said what he said in the canteen. But texting me just to threaten me, sounds odd. Does
he want to scare me? What could he do to be more horrible to me than the things I have already suffered through? He can not
possibly bury me six feet under the ground. Hah. Perhaps I am getting fierce day by day. Even though I know I am no heroic girl,
maybe I am a wrecked ruin. But I will not bend backward just because of fear. I will learn to deal with a**holes like him. Perhaps I
need to learn. Perhaps God wants me to learn to deal with a**holes like him. I would at least scratch him if he made me bleed. I
would be satisfied with his melodramatic dramas.’
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The whole day went like a blur, with Nikki trying to be extra nice to me. Mom and Dad fighting in their room. Thankfully it was just
a verbal fight and not physical.
The moment I stepped into the cla**room, my anxiety kicked in. I didn’t know why I had a hunch that something would happen if I
entered through this gate today. It seemed ridiculous, Rohan won’t try something like that. But when I remembered the shoe
scene, I was unsure of my own belief. Of course, he could. He had insulted me in front of 100 people yesterday. Why did I even
think he wouldn’t? Probably because of his bipolar behavior. Footsteps sound in the hallway and my worry get the best of me. It’s
him. His footsteps are patterned.
I look back abruptly and accidentally my eyes locked with his. His black holes seem to be shining with danger and I didn’t want to
stay to find out what that danger is. I know I told myself I will be brave and face him, but it doesn’t mean I will not run away if I get
the chance. My foot connected with the door and it opened. And on second thought, I was surprised why it was closed in the first
place? It was weird.
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The moment I walked inside a sack of flour mixed with red color came crashing down at me. I shrieked. I didn’t want to, but I
wasn’t able to control myself. It fell with a loud noise and force. I was staggered down by my head. My hair dripped with paint. My
hair, God! I was the kind of girl who believed if I started my day by shampooing my hair, there would be no way it would go bad.
But now at this time, I realized, how stupid I was to believe in such superst**ions. As I looked down I noticed my whole kurta was
dyed in red color. The rotten smell made me grimace. I now painted strands floating on my cheeks. I must have looked like a
joker because everyone in the room started laughing. Some surrounded me pointing fingers at my face.
“Oh heaven Forbid, you got your first gift.”
His demonic voice made me turn around and I found myself glaring at him.
He whistled looking me up and down, his voice turning into a teasing one as he removed one strand of hair from my face.
“You look like a perfect Girlfriend now.”
I turned around again, not wanting to give him any attention. Noticing everyone gawking at me. They couldn’t believe the person
who saved me, who was claiming I am his girlfriend, would do that to me. I stood there numb as the kids laughed at me, some
even snapped the pictures on their phones. Then they told me that I looked better this way and walked off to their respective
seats with the obvious buzzing of laughter and excitement. Rohan and I shared a glance. That kind of bullying just filled my heart
with bitterness. How childish he was to try to do something like that to me.

Unexpectedly, another kind of buzz vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled out my android phone, my smile returned.
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“A text from Remo.” I read inwardly. Rohan leaned over my shoulder before I could stop him.
“Whoa. Who are you texting at this point?” his left eye twitched at an alarming speed?
He laughs, but it holds something strangled inside.
“None of your business Boyfriend,” I say, noticing the ground was getting stained with the red paint that was dripping from me.
Without further ado, I wiped my hands with the weird mixture. Without even giving him a chance I planted my colorful palms on
his abdomen. He curses once, twice, and tries to move away from me, but I hug him literally.
‘Gosh! What’s wrong with me?’