It has been almost seventeen years since I began my life as Chandni, I am in twelth grade now with PCMB as my subjects, yeah English is a subject too. This world's education system is so different. I am in love with science and Physics takes the lead. I mean it's so interesting. Learning about mechanisms of things around us. So here I am in my class sitting in the corner seat looking out of the window enjoying the cool breeze when this guy intruputs me.
"I wanna sit here so move. Quick!"
"Sit elsewhere, I am sitting here for the rest of the class."
"I said move!"
"And if I don't!"
"Then I'll make you!"
"How? I'm curious!" He instantly picked my bag and moved it to another bench. This guy just had nerve to touch my bag. I too did the same with his bag. And clearly he was annoyed. I didn't even realized that we were arguing for about ten minutes for a seat. This commotion did not go unnoticed by others in the room and the hooting had already started. Everyone in the classroom (except our class teacher who was getting all nervous) was on his side. I mean, after all he is everyone's favorite being the cool guy. I actually feel bad for our class teacher. She is so sweet but here I am causing trouble for her.
"What's the matter?"
"He asked me to move which I didn't."
"I just want to sit here, I don't see what's the problem!"
"The problem is I got here first and also want to sit here!"
"Stop, you two! This seat has space for two people so just sit down!" And we ended up sitting together which is nuisance to both of us. Thank you jerk for spoiling my day! He's gonna pay for that! And I kinda kicked this guy. He did the same and thus started our kick boxing. This was better then studying Maths. I love the subject but the teacher, not so sure! I am his target student. Thanks to my bad luck, he noticed. He looked towards us with his keen eyes and said "You two get out, now, at this instant."
Like a normal student I stood up and started apologizing to him, just like how it's supposed to be. Meanwhile this strange creature sitting beside me, just stood up and went outside without a word. The teacher was not happy for obvious reasons but in the end I too ended up standing out of the class.
I was just standing outside looking here and there when this urge overwhelmed me, I don't know why but I just kicked him again. Thus continued our unsettled battle. The two of us were doing the same exact thing for which we were out on the first place. I was too fixated on my battle that I didn't even realize the class was over. The teacher left giving us a stare which said 'I am excited for your P.T.M.', which is not a good thing. I did apologize to him again but he was clearly irritated with me.
It's Chemistry class now which is always more tempting then Maths (though I like Maths a little, just a little more than Chemistry).
"Can we stop this now!" I suggested.
"You are the one who started this, you scared!"
"Scared! Of you! Never in my life! I just want to make best of this period."
"By reading that novel of yours!"
"Yeah! Got any problem with that!"
"Just asking! Though if you'll plead I might stop!"
"Aarush, just stop this now! I don't want to argue any more." If playing it nice would help me then why not!
"Looks like the little girl is gonna cry." I just ignored him and continued reading my novel, he didn't mention a word after that. Rest of the period went smoothly and it's reassess now. I don't know why but at this time, the class is like a stadium. Every time these people find something to make commotion of. I just ignored all noises and continued my novel finally Pip is going to uncover the true murderer. All of a sudden my novel was not in my hands and when I look up, what do I see. Mister attitude standing with my novel in his hands.
"You bookworms, there is a life outside of your books!"
"Give my novel back!"
"Take it yourself!" I tried to reach out to my precious novel but he had an advantage over me. I struggled, he smiled and everyone laughed. I could get my novel back by using my skills but the cost would be heavy so I turned to Plan B. I took out another novel and started reading. The look on his face was priceless then as he reached for my novel (which was in my hand) I took my precious novel back from him. By the way I call this the 'deception method'. That surprised expression of his was worth all the commotion. I don't know why he has a problem with me. I didn't do anything for him to hold any grudge against me (excluding today's event). Then why? Why does he always act like that? It's just me he has a problem with me. Don't tell me, he can actually make out I am different from everyone else! Can it be? I thought I hid it well! Maybe I didn't? Is it so easy to make out that I am hiding something! What did I do to make him suspect me? Where did I go wrong? Calm down! Calm down! You have been in situations like this! Calm down! I am loosing my control! I should know how to handle these kind of situations! At this rate you're going to get yourself killed! Wait... get yourself killed! I am not an assassin anymore! I am just a normal girl! Nobody's coming after me! There is no danger here! I know this yet... yet for some reason my eyes wouldn't stop looking for openings. This is how things have been for past seventeen years! I keep looking for ways to escape out or if there is anyone spying on me. My shoulders are never at rest, even now I wake up by small sounds, even now I can never let my guard down and even now I suspect everyone around me. When I try to talk to someone my mind is fixed on getting information I don't require! When I look at people my mind is busy detecting their personalities. My mornings are spent training my body for danger that shall never come. Even though I have a new lifes I am still stuck on being an assassin and the worst part is I don't even know what to do! Sometimes I just wanna disappear. Disappear into thin air. Disappear so no one could find me. Erased from everyone's memories. This world would be much better without trash like me lingering. No matter where I am, how I am, what I am, there is this one constant unwavering feeling 'Sometimes I just want to disappear.'