Gone

2.

"Hey look! My future girlfriend is going. Should I ask her for a date?", I heard someone said behind my back.

"Aah! She is beautiful but what's the use of having a girlfriend who can't even remember your name?", I heard another voice, definitely of his friend.

Infront of me they acted nice, behind my back they talked shit. This world will never know how sad I am. My pain is water and oil that can't mix. I seem to be blessed with beam of hope. But my mirror reminds me that not even a ray is left.

That's all a part of my daily routine. Sometimes I wonder if I was born to be humiliated like this. You know, we say that everyone wants to befriended with beautiful girls but that's not as such. Ugly girls are ignored and beautiful girls are cursed. No one is born ugly, we just live in a judgemental society.

My beauty is a lie. My smile is fake.

The day have not yet started and I am feeling weak and tired. I am feeling so low that I couldn't make out when I reached my locker while talking to myself.

"Gosh! Why my class is on the top floor? One could die on the way!", I said and took out the keys of my locker from my bag.

I opened it and started stacking my stuff. Confusion and irritation fills me like helium in a balloon.

I was busy cursing myself when I felt someone staring at me. I looked around and it was a boy.

He was tall, had eyes which are dazzle with wonder over a friendly smile. The aquiline nose he sported, complemented his prominent cheekbones. And my favourite feature, his concrete jaws. They could slice me down right on the spot. He wasn't a male model but he should have been. The only feature that made him look odd was that redness on his face. It seemed more like a rash.

I blinked once after being blinded by his beauty and he started walking towards me.

"Umm....can I know where is class XIIA? I am a transferee," He asked while staring deep in my soul.

His voice is deep like the oceans and an earthy scent swirled around him. His voice brought back memories of dark rooms and broken bones.

"That side," I pointed to my left, "second last class."

"What about that man over there? Doesn't he look odd too? Look at that redness, it's so weird!", we heard few girls talking near the staircase while looking at us with their cheap eyes.

"Please kindly ignore them, they are just bullies and--"

"It's ok, I am used to it," his smile felt genuine. "Thanks for your help. It was nice meeting you," he smiled and turned to go but came back, "By the way, can I know your name?"

"Aa...you don't need to know that. We won't meet again. But still, I am Dhriti. Nice to meet you too," I replied.

"I am Lee Ye Jun and I am sure we will meet again," he smiled and headed towards the class.

I liked his dashing personality. At least he is not like the others who only understand the language of flirtation.

"Uff! But why do I even care when I know that things won't be the same by tomorrow?", I cried at my poor state.

My happiness is like a stone thrown in a sea. Every second, it goes deeper and deeper and far away from me. I am an unlike pole of magnet for people and like pole for happiness. I need to go before my magnetic field increases.

In the end, school is like another mini society. A jungle made carelessly by adults. They make the weaklings weak, they make the strong powerful.

So welcome to the most chaotic class!