Ameliya Dixon is a teeny girl who loves serenity and hate troubles. Every teenager is allied to one another in some way and so is Ameliya. She is an overthinker, a daydreamer, and a confused teen. And she has her insecurity, mood swings, period cram...
We all start as a stranger sometimes end that way too and isn't it strange to have a stranger you know?
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I stared at him with a shock and quickly got over it.
"Hey, Amya... are you busy?" He asked gently.
"Not really, I'm free." I stepped to the verandah.
"Mmm... How is life?" I queried in a low tone.
"Not bad! And yours?" He stood beside me.
Ooh, so something is bad I muttered under my breath.
"I'm fine," I folded my arms.
Silence begins to fill up.
"I had sent you a message on Instagram!" He broke the silence.
"Ooh, I didn't notice it. I was busy with my projects." I lied because after all these years now he got time to message, moreover I have nothing to chat with him.
"Ooh! Senior year?" He queried.
"Yeah." I stopped with a sigh.
I saw Inya coming up with cool drinks.
"Liam, you can have drinks, wait here." I went up to Inya and came back with the drink.
When he took the drink from me I could see that his hands were shaking and his lips were quivering. When he was speaking his eyes are not meeting mine and it's speaking a different story. Strange!
"And how is your school?" I asked.
"Hmm... I took a break." He looked away.
"Break!?" I got confused.
Straight away my phone begins ringing and I checked the caller id.
"I think I should take this," I said.
"Ooh sure." He replied with a tight smile
"Okay will see you around" I took the phone from my pocket.
"Okay, I will be with Inaam. Keep in touch." And he walked away.
"Hai mom. What's up?" I picked up the call.
"It's not mom it's me your only brother Ryan." I can sense his attitude there.
"I wish I hadn't!" I said with a smirk.
"Huh? That should be my dialogue, right?" He cut off me.
"Never."
"Anyways, I and mom had reached home. Want to pick you now or in the morning?" He sounded tired.
"No, I will come tomorrow and Inaam told he will drop me." I walked out of the verandah.
"Ooh, poor him want to suffer you till he reaches here." He chuckled.
