The last night clings to me, but I cannot be disassociated in these hours, embarassment creeps up to me, why ruin decent room with alienation. 

My back hurts.

(Uhm..Well given the fact I slept with a pillow beneath it. Makes sense.)

The night went more extreme than usual, it was thought paa would remain destructive of small objects. Turns out furiousness eats away the money too.

"Well feels like...mom ain' gonna call me down today—"

BEENLI!

(Fuck me—Looks like I am in the wrong car)

BEENLI COME DOWNSTAIRS!

COMING!

   ***

Down the squeaky stairs again there lies the hall. The squeaks of the the stair were not aloud in the way downward..maybe its deafness in mind.

(Couldn't even check my phone—woke straight in the mom's hour).

In the hall, the dining table was miraculously or not stood there, the forelegs took a beating but didn't fracture and snap away. 

what sat onto the table was gone though, the plates and pot shattered into dismembered shards, there were still the speck-sized holes on the wooden floor.

Mom came in the usual dressing though what hanged around her hands wasn't usual.

WHOOSH

(What the—WHY she threw it on my face?!)

My face was cloaked as what she threw were shirt, tie and pants.

(And apparently the shirt blew open to kiss my face—shi' smells like newborn cotton.)

"Ehm—whats this for mom?"

School.

"WhatYou mean school—I am literally homescho—"

Shuhhhh

(Not the shuhhh again!)

In a light stretch She lifted her arm, her hand came to my sight, it was bandaged at the wrist

three almost rectangle bandages sticked there, two in the surface and one in bottom of the wrist.

(Fake rectangles cuz they were curved in corners)

In a tone with no words in literature to define, she told the purpose of all this

"Well, you see—you are goin' school from now onwards. Uhm..Your paa said—uh—this morning you will go to school from today onwards—with the girl next door!"

(Girl next door? THAT'S NEETA!—I don't what to feel 'bout this stuff)

There's peculiarness in this, not the decison of the paa. But it was his inclusion in it. The peculiarness was papa himself.

"Uh mum but why specially her—"

"Well when you were taking Z's her parents came in the morning like—"Mr and Mrs sahu which school you son goes to—"

                            ***

(4 minutes went by and her mouth still firin' words and spit)

Blah blah—

"And FINALLY, since you didn't go to school or anythin' we made the decision you two should go together since, there has been some—interaction already between you two!"

I guess.

Mom brows lifted to such monotonous reply, to her minutes spanning monologue, truly offensive to her.

(I guess)

"What you mean—'I guess' put that on already!"

Her feet tapped on the wooden floor as all it went silent in a bit.

(it was like she was trying to "american tossed out o' the house at the ripe age Eighteen" me)

"Well, uhm—what you lookin' at for Beenli—Put that on already!"

Uhhh.

" what ya 'uhh' for boy?"

"Mom. At what time is the school. And—HOW do I wear this tie?".

Her gaze flicked at the clock.

"Well its 8:18 and—WAIT YOUR SCHOOL'S STARTIN IN 7 MINUTES".

(Ou shi— seven minutes?)

Mom.

Her eyes fixated at me right at the call.

"Seven minutes, seven minutes is all I need."

(Damn fuck—that sounded cooler in my head)

"WELL MOM—LET ME JUST HOP IN THIS"

                      ***

(Shit! its a real struggle wearing pants—specially in this wet floor bathroom)

Time felt fading because mom didn't care wake me up earlier.

 (Guess it takes time to build habits.)

The shirt was easy to sink in, the pants were a bit shallow for dive as I put both feet in one leg opening twice. For tie, it was shallower than a glass of cup, I couldn't sink.

(Glad as hell that—NONE of the clothes were soaked victims of clumsiness)

                        ***

Out of the washroom here I stood. In the checklist, the pressed shirt was checked, the pants were checks though they tickled the calves, the tie was a disaster.

(Lowkey—dressers might crucify me with bobby pins if they saw the tie monstrosity)

I was destined to be late, and I am destined to be late. For the fact that only one minute remains.

Mom was non surprisingly standing at the same place.

"Haggu—I think she might have went way before you—get goin' alrea—"

KNOCKNOCKNOCKNOCKNOCK!—

Open the door Mrs. sahu WE ARE LATE!

(Well, guess someone just twinned with me)

A quick whisper slid down my ears.

"Well mommy was wrong—she isn't any step ahead"

Mom inched quickly to the door and and with a pull it felt like it burst open.

(Even though what was heard was a fast creak).

Neeta stood at the door, even from seven steps away her head looked it will burst open.

(Really looks like she got a highway of veins in that forehead)

Without any further thought I went forth to go with her.

(With a weird ass tie)

She didn't talk just gripped by my wrist and marched forth, meanwhile mom was singing byes back at the door.

Bye Beenli!

Bye my kidddooo!!

BYEEEEE HA—uhm—HONEYY!

BYE BYE

SHUT

                         ***

"HEY BRUNETTE WHY ARE WE RUNNING!"

"BECAUSE WE ARE LATE BALD-ASS!"

(Damn shi'—I really don't got hair there—ew what the fuck i am thinking)

All the things from yesteray went by us in the run.

None of them could be concentrated on as she kept blitzing through the air six steps farther than me.

"GODDAMN SCHOOL— JUS' APPEAR ALREADY!"

Miracle. The school did appear. Its name was written in my native language. I couldn't read it. The fact felt weird that there was no english subtitle to it.

A plump round and almost bald guard—that's why be buzz cut kids—was at the school's gate. Lets hope if he doesn't become a barricade—

Ten minutes later

He isn't lettin' us in for the quarrel is, we are late by half an hour...

"AYE UNCLE! ITS OUR FIRST DAY—LET IT SLIDE!"

"Don't give me that first day girl—all kids in the premise know if I stop, then you stop"

(Did he feel cool by sayin' that crap?)

Neeta was toe to toe with the guard or that's what she thinks I supposed. The guard felt like an immovable object. Seemed like there was no way other than marching back, though looks like Neeta was realising it too.

Seeing the guard's stubborn stand she stepped back.

With deaf steps she closed the distance between her and me.

"Eh—that guard thinks he cool or something" said she, in far above mild annoyance.

For real.

(I had nothin' to say man)

Her eyes went here and there to see a crack in the rigid walls. A crack to exploit and hop to that other side.

"Aye—ehm—beenli follow me"

"You got an idea alrea—"

"Follow me first baldy!"

"Jeez— OK I guess"

With the leash pulling of hers, I went after her. Step by step. It only were 20 steps. Then there came the school wall, turns out it ain't that tall.

"Climb it boy"

"Wha—"

"Climb it or I will throw a brick at you"

(There really is a pile of bricks beside her legs—gotta be careful)