Meher Patel, was just a normal 16 year old. Just like any other person she was preparing for her boards, enjoying the last year of school with her friends and dreaming about Farewell.
Meher, had a thing for books. She loved them. So when she wrote...
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Meher and Kiara climbed the stairs of their school as they bickered.
"Behen, aaise kon chalata hai Activa?? Do girte girte bachi hu mai!! ", Meher complained while Kiara just laughed at her.
(Sis, who rides an Activa like this?? I almost fell two times!!)
" You're seriously laughing at me", Meher again complained.
"Bro, it's funny. ", Kiara laughed.
" Let's just leave this topic!! ", Meher exclaimed.
"Ha, chal school walo ko gaaliya dete hai!! ", Kiara suggested.
(Yeah, let's curse the staff of School)
" Nice idea, I didn't know people without brains can also give good ideas!! ", Meher teased Kiara not leaving the opportunity.
Kiara just glared at Meher as they sat on their seats. Kiara and Meher sat next to each other on the second last bench and behind them were Isha and Aaru, their friends.
On the last third bench sat Pravya, Kiara's boyfriend and the seat next to him was empty. Kiara and Pravya talked while Meher occasionally joined in. Did I mention Meher is basically Kiara and Pravya's adopted child?! Well, I did now.
As it was Sunday, all three batches of the 10th were called on different timings. Each batch had an hour and half of Maths lecture and it was just straight up boring. As all of them came in Batch 3 , their lectures were from 11:00 to 12:30.
It was 11:59 and guess what Vibhav comes in the class now. This guy has an obsession with coming late. Whenever any student is late, in their school the student has to do sit ups as a punishment and for Vibhav it was daily. For him it was leg day, daily.
"Aaj sit ups nai karne pade", Kiara smired at him.
" Are , roz to mai na aaise jaan ke late hota hu..... You know ", Vibhav replied.
(I willingly come late everyday)
"Yes, of course", Meher commented sarcastically as Vibhav sat beside Pravya.
The Maths teacher started the lecture about Trigonometry. After explaining the basic concept of the chapter , the teacher instructed them to copy the notes from the Smart board.
"Kiara", Meher whispered to Kiara.
" Bak", came her short reply.
(Say)
"Dekh, we use blue pen for answers and Black pen for questions, Right?? ", Meher questioned.
" Yes", replied Kiara.
"Why?! ", Meher again questioned.
" What do mean by why?! You can use black pen to write Answers as well", Kiara answered.
"Huhh", Meher huffed and said, " Tu rehne de. Mai bhul jati hu you don't have a brain."
(Let iit be. I always forget that you don't have a brain)
Kiara glared at Meher as she finished taking notes.
"Bacchaz", The maths teacher called out as he stood up from his chair.
" Jinka ho gaya hai vo jaa sakte hai jinka baki hai likhke jao", he instructed as mostly all the students started packing their bags.
(Those who have copied the board work can go and those who are still doing it can leave after finishing it)
Kiara quickly kept her books and pouch in her bag and glanced at Meher, who was still writing.
"Abhi bhi likh rahi hai?! ", Kiaraa complained.
(You're still writing it?!)
" Jaldi kar, dheemi gati na samachar ", Isha too jooined Kiara as she came from behind.
(Do it quickly)
" Ho hi gaya ", Meher said writing the last of what was remaining.
(It's almost done)
Meher plopped the pen in the pouch, Kiara was holding and grabbed her bag while Kiara zipped up her pouch. Meher packed her bag and they got up to leave.
There was a queue there for punching out. Basically there was this face scanner, where they have to scan their face to punch out. But as therre was a queue there, they skipped it and directly went down the stairs.
"Guyssess", Kiara called out dramatically as she went towards Pravya and Vibhav.Meher too followed her as Isha left as someone had come to pick her up.
" Guyss, I have a question ", Meher said as she stood beside Kiara.
" Puch, puch, Mujhe sab pata hai", Vibhav replied, earning an eye roll from Meher.
(Ask, Ask, I know everything)
"Why do we use a blue pen for Answers and a Black pen for Questions??", questioned Meher.
" Black color usually represents negativity and bad omen and stuff and after reading the question we also feel negative . Thus, it's written with black pen. While on the other hand, after writing the answer we feel free like we are surrounded by the open sky. The sky is blue thus we use the blue color for the answer. ", replied Vibhav after thinking for a while.
" Really?! According to this I know why we use Red pen also!! Red is used to check answer because while checking teacher is angry and our heartbeat increases due to anxiety. And both Anger and Heart are associats with the color Red. Thus red is used. ", Meher joined him playing along.
" Exactly ", Vibhav replied.
Kiara face plamed and said, " Meher, Chal aab chalte hai"
(Let's go now,Meher)
"Yep", Meher replied and they went home.
" Listen, let's meet at my home today?! ", Kiara suggested.
" I have to ask Mumma", Meher replied.
"Ohkie", Kiara replied and they reached Meher's house.
Meher bidded Kiara goodbye and went home. She changed her clothes and started scrolling through her phone. She ate her lunch while reading a story and the opened her Insta.
She smiled at the amount of reels here dm was spammed with and started going through them.
The reels were mostly funny , due to which she giggled a bit . At the end, she started scrolling through the reels too often sending it to her friends , Some because they were relatable and some just to annoy them.
After a while, she decided to check her Author account and then ask for her mother's permission to go to Kiara's house.
It was as usual too, she checked some stories from her favorite authors and then scrolled through reels. Then, at last, she open her DM's.
But there was something unusual there. A request, a message request. That was unusual, she generally never had any.
Meher thought for a while whether to read the message or not. But her thoughts were interrupted by Kiara's call asking for her to come over.
