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When I was in ninth grade, there was a festival in our school. I came wearing a simple yellow T-shirt and jeans, a touch of lip gloss and my hair tied back in a pony tail. My mum said I looked good. When my classmates saw me, they squealed and told me that I looked like a kid of primary section. I’d an urge to run back home change my dress. All the time during the function, I’d this feeling that everybody is laughing at me. I saw my classmates wearing tight tops and loose baggy jeans held by silver belts, their streaked hair, cascading down their shoulders and tons of jewelry. I wished I could look like them, wishing that my mum would stop thinking I’m a kid. I was 13, for god sake! I’d real bad time and it was my own fault. I’m 17 now, but I still dress the same way, my hair are still natural brown and my mum still thinks that I’m a kid and some people even say I look like a kid. But I don’t feel so bad now. I might not look like those girls but in no way I’m less than them. Looking good is essential, of course. But why make it extravagant? Why become obsessed with fashion and always trying to look sexy? Why some people think using bad language and swearing make you look cool? Sometimes I have this sudden urge to dye my hair all blue and get a tattoo on my arm (I’d love being an EMO!!) but I fight it back. Now I love being me. I’m glad that my parents are strict with me, scolding me whenever I’d do something wrong, not letting me use internet all night long when I was in school, not letting me have my own TV and not giving me a cell phone until I was in college. I wanted to watch all those star plus soap operas the girls gossiped about in school, I’d argue with my mum allowing me to watch them and eventually she did. But they were not as special as my classmate had told me, I think Disney channel is way better (yeah, go and laugh, I still watch Disney and it ROCKS!)
So, guys if someone says you look like a baby, weird, odd or something equally like that don’t feel bad, if you think you’re good then you’re. Be yourself and don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. I’m happy that I was wearing that simple yellow T-shirt and jeans at the festival when I was in ninth grade.
P.S: I was inspired to write this when I read my friend, Sana’s post ‘Different is okay’!!
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. This time I didn’t bother to see who was being tortured by those merciless bugs. This dream trip was already turning into a nightmare. When dinner was served, we all became a little cheerful but our cheerfulness was short-lived, it evaporated as soon as we saw our plates, being filled with tasteless boiled rice, hot salty watery stew and hard rock bread. Even the water was weird; sweet and salty. I felt like we were serving in a prison. I think Ms. Orla lied to us when she said there were no fruits left. What could we do? She hated us! Somia murmured something in sleep. She was also in our group. We met her when our names were called out. Good thing, she isn’t a bit like Claudia. Yeah, you guess right, Claudia, Fat ..same person. But no way I’m gonna call her Claudia; it doesn’t suit her at all. Fat is perfect for her. Anyways, I was telling you about Somia. When we met her, we felt as if we’ve known her forever. We just hit it off. And she’s brave too, not afraid of spiders and lizards. She even killed one spider for us!
Scratch. Scratch. Oh God! Something is crawling on me, I screamed inside. I wanted to run away, free of insects, like crazy, jumping up and down. After dinner I’d almost said to Sk ‘I want my mummy’, see, I was this bad.
I couldn’t sleep. Whenever I closed my eyes I saw myself being eaten alive by a giant spider. I shuddered at the thought of it. I turned around restlessly and saw a mosquito dancing on my arm as if though my arm was its land. A sudden fear struck me. What if I got malaria? Or even worse, dengue? Mosquito repellent, you silly girl, Camper voice said in my head. I obeyed and reached for my bag, opened it and saw my precious stuff lying there. I’d brought my party dresses too, I laughed wearily when I saw my blue sequined dress. What was I thinking? Mosquito repellent was buried under my clothes. I took it out and sprayed all over me, hoping that it’d also protect me from lions and bears and giant spiders. It’s a nice scent, I sniffed. Scratch. Scratch. Poor Sana, I thought as I saw her scratching her cheek and I sprayed the repellent on her too. She stopped scratching immediately. I smiled triumphly and sprayed all over the tent, until the bottle was empty. I put the empty bottle in the bag and slept happily.
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‘AHHHHHHHH’
‘OH MY GOD! LOOK AT ME. THOSE BUGS HAVE EATEN ME ALIVE’
I opened my eyes and saw a red creature crying. Sk was sitting quietly in the corner, she’d had covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes squeezed shut as if couldn’t bear to look. I rubbed my eyes and peered closely at creature. I yelped when I realized it was Sana.
‘OMG! What the hell happened to you?’ I cried with shock.
‘I don’t know’ she sobbed, looked at mirror and cried loudly ‘they’ve ruined my face, I feel like I’m on fire’ she scratched on her cheek, then on her arm, again on her cheeks making them more scarlet.
‘Don’t do that’ a familiar voice said. I turned around and saw Fat, eating her gum.
‘What?’ Sana said scratching.
‘Don’t scratch!’ Fat said calmly ‘It’ll get worse’ I’d to agree with her. I shook my head when Sana raised her hand to scratch her forehead. She sighed and dropped her hand and cried. Sk slowly uncovered her face and opened her eyes. I looked at her helplessly.
‘Somia has gone to fetch Ms. Orla’ Fat assured us. I wondered why she was being so nice. Maybe she did something to Sana. I watched her suspiciously, trying to find a trace of guilt on her face. She saw me looking at her and smirked. We held each other gaze. It was like a competition, who’d turn away first, making other a winner. My eyes began to water but I didn’t blink. I was trying too hard. On the other hand, Fat was staring at me calmly, smirking at the same time. Thankfully Ms. Orla arrived with her paid servants; I mean the two boys and Somia. We both blinked at the same time and looked at Ms. Orla.
‘Good God! This batch is cursed, I think’ she muttered under breath but a bit too loudly. The two boys laughed. Ms. Orla glared at them.
‘What happened to you?’ Ms. Orla asked, checking Sana’s hands, which I noticed were also red and blotchy. Sana shrugged.
‘Farhan, Call Dr. Stitch’, now’ she shouted to one of boy. Farhan saluted her and ran off.
We waited for Dr. Stitch to come. I noticed the other boy, who’d winked at us, looked like Nick, one of those cute Jonas Brothers. He looked really cool in his black t-shirt and rugged grey jeans.
‘He’s cute, isn’t he?’ Somia giggled. I was surprised, Somia was a total tomboy, and she didn’t strike me as ‘crushing’ type girl. I nodded, both staring at him. He caught us looking and winked his oh-so-cute-and-famous-wink. We blushed and looked away. But no, I wasn’t crushing on him, if that’s what you’re thinking. He wasn’t my type, he wasn’t Zac Efron.
Farhan came back with Dr. Stitch. He was one hefty man. He was bald and shiny and dark. He was also grinning; his teeth were all white and clean, sparkling now and then. Maybe he used to work in toothpaste advertisement.
‘So, what have we got here, huh?’ he grinned at Sana but when he saw her crying he replaced it with a gentle smile.
‘Hmm’ he put on his glasses and examined her, ‘Did you use some perfume or anything which you’re allergic to?’ he asked.
‘No, I didn’t’ Sana said.
‘Are you allergic to something?’ He asked. Sana closed her eyes to think.
‘When I was six, I used a raspberry perfume. Same thing had happened’ Sana told him. Suddenly I’d a very bad feeling. I wanted to get away. I slowly stood up with my bag and crept away outside towards the lake, I splashed some water on my face. Took out the empty bottle and read the ingredients: alcohol, isopropyl myristate, blah, blah, blah and then my heart thumped loudly when I read the next word: raspberry flavored aqua. I dropped the bottle in the lake, hoping some big whale would eat it and cursed Summer Fun Classes. If I’d not joined those classes I would have never met Camper and his repellent. And then I wouldn’t have met Mrs. Habib, and I wouldn’t have come here and used this stupid repellent and Sana wouldn’t have got allergic. But why cry over spilt milk? All’s done now.
I’d a feeling that someone was watching me; I looked around and saw Nick-look alike grinning at me.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked, dropping beside me.
I nodded. Why did he have to come now? Why wouldn’t he just go away and leave me alone?
‘You don’t look ok’ he said, concerned.
‘Why?’ I asked, annoyed.
‘You look like some mad person on runaway,’ he laughed ‘your hairs are sticking out from here and there. Your face is so pale like you haven’t seen the sun for ages’. I didn’t say anything. I was too tired to retort back.
‘Hey sorry, I was just joking’ he did sound sorry ‘you look fine’ when I still didn’t say anything he extended his hand to shake mine ‘I’m Blue’
‘Blue?’ my voice came out like a croak.
‘You need water?’ I began to say no, then changed my mind and nodded. He handed me a bottle. I took a big gulp. The sweet and salty water somehow tasted delicious.
‘Yeah, Blue’ he grinned ‘Nice isn’t it?’ I smiled.
‘And what’s your name? ’I told him mine. I wasn’t in a mood to talk. He started telling me about the lake and some train service. I tried my best to listen. He caught my attention when he said the word ‘lion’.
‘Sorry, what?’ I asked, alert.
‘I said there are no lions here. It’s not a big forest, you’ll find only a few wild cats and boars and some deer. And you see this lake? It’s called Lunar Lake. The boating is possible here, I tried to talk Mr. Sajid into it but he didn’t agree’
‘Mr. Sajid?’ I asked curiously.
‘He’s our incharge, a tough cookie’ he laughed ‘have you seen that cranky baldy man, that’s the one’
‘Yeah, I met him on the train, he was really ...’ I searched for the right word then gave up ‘cranky, as you said’
We remained silent for a moment then he said in this oh-so-serious voice ‘You know what, I’ve this feeling that I could trust you’ I raised an eyebrow.
‘I’m going to tell you a secret but don’t say a word, ok?’ I nodded solemnly even though I can’t keep a single secret. I’ve a big mouth, and sometimes while gossiping I exaggerate too.
‘When you guys will be going, I won’t join you. This is my home. I come here during every vacation but I’m not going to go back now. I’ll be a Tarzan’
‘Tarzan!’ I snorted and quickly changed into a cough. He looked hurt.
‘Everybody laughs at me when I tell them that I’m going to be a Tarzan of Changa Manga’ he sighed exasperatedly. Then back to his spunky manner, he said ‘and who knows I might find my Jane’ this time I laughed freely and he joined me too.
‘Hey, I almost forgot to tell you, I found this underground tunnel near those trees’ he pointed towards the tress who were swaying in the wind faraway ‘we are gonna get in there. Somia and Claudia agreed to come, would you join us too?’
I was tempted. ‘Can I ask my friends, too?’
‘Yes, of course. My friend, Farhan, might come too. But not a word to the teachers’
‘Yeah, it’s a deal’ we shook hands.
‘So be there tomorrow at 5am’ he said getting up ‘have to go now, or Baldy’ll be mad. Catch you tomorrow’
‘Yeah, sure. Bye’ I smiled. When he was gone I began to plan my apologizing- speech to Sana. I knew she’d forgive but I couldn’t help feeling bad. I got up and slowly walked towards our tent. I went inside, dreading the moment when i'd tell her that it was all my fault. Sana and Sk were alone. Sana was rubbing a lotion on her arms and face. Sk, reading a magazine.
‘It was the mosquito repellent’ I said to Sana, meekly.
‘Yeah, I noticed’ she smiled ‘Silly me’
‘What? You’re not mad at me?’ I asked, surprised.
‘Why should I be mad at you? You didn’t know I was allergic. And beside, I put on the spray myself’ then I remembered that I’d given the other two bottles to Sana and Sk. I told Sana and Sk about how I’d emptied the bottle on Sana the other night. We all laughed heartily. I didn’t tell them about tunnel-trip. I’d tell them later I thought, at the right moment.
Fat barged in suddenly and said ‘we’re gonna Insect study now, come you two’ she said to Sk and me ‘You can stay if you want’ she nodded to Sana.
We all looked at each other, when Fat was gone.
‘If you guys are going, I’ll come too’ Sana said. We three got up and got dressed in our most comfortable clothes and went to study insects.
A lot happened then! But my hands are tired now, so later! Cya!
‘I think we should call someone’, I said, getting up from my seat. Sk nodded and Sana shrugged. I noticed that I’d lost my grin. It was replaced by a grim expression. Halfway through the door, I asked myself ‘where am I going to get help?’
Me: ‘Where is the teacher’s compartment?’
Sana (whispering): It’s the last one.
Sk (gloomily): Good luck.
I nodded and went out to begin my journey, fearless and determined to save the Little Fat Woman, until some people started to follow me, trying to sell me some weird stuff and some asking for money. I tried to shrug them off and walked fastly towards my destination i.e. the last compartment. At last I reached there, knocked on the door and waited patiently. A man who was all bald expect for a patch of ginger hair resting on the center of his head looked annoyingly at me.
Bald man (rudely): Yeah, little girl?
Me (confidently): One of the student is not…..
Bald Man (bored): Wait
He shut the door on my face. I could hear the voices of many people talking. After few seconds the door was opened again, this time by a woman, who was called Ms. Orla. She was our incharge.
Ms. Orla (smiling pleasantly): Yes? How can I help you?
Me: Something happened to one of the students. She screamed and she died!!
Ok, now I made it sound like real big emergency. Ms. Orla looked alarmed.
Ms. Orla: Follow me!
Follow her? But why? I know the way to our compartment, not her. Nevertheless I followed her and someone was following me too, a little boy selling pâtés. Ms. Orla stopped and went to a compartment where some party was going on. Music was real loud; I couldn't tell how many people were in there because the compartment was really small. The little boy also went in and came out wearing a happy expression. I think he got some money. The music stopped and Ms. Orla came out with two boys, who were looking really reluctant.
Ms. Orla: Lead the way, girly. Girly!? Well, I led them to our compartment.
We entered. The scene I saw almost broke my heat. The Little fat Woman was still lying on the floor, her mouth wide open and her face, I hoped not, looked kind of blue. Sana was holding her had, her face expressionless. Sk was praying, tears streaming down her cheeks. They looked like parents whose child was on deathbed. Sheesh! Such a mean thought!
Ms. Orla (running to Fat): What happened to her?
Sk (crying): She was standing there, and then she screamed and died.
Ms Orla was just about to say something when Fat stirred and came to life. I don’t know why, but I screamed. Sana and Sk screamed too. We stopped and looked at each other, confused. Then Fat screamed, or should I say howled. We screamed again. Two boys joined us in our screams; maybe they were just mocking us as they were laughing too.
Ms. Orla (madly, stamping her foot): Stop!
We stopped.
Ms. Orla (yelling): What’s with you people? Where are your manners?
We all put on our ‘I’m -sorry,-ma’am-I’m-so-ashamed’ face.
Ms. Orla (to Fat): Are you right, girly?
Fat (sitting up, nervous): Yes. Yes, I’m all right.
Sana (accusingly): We thought you died.
Fat (snorting): Died? I was just, like, sleeping.
‘Why did you scream?’ I demanded
The Little fat woman shrugged ‘You weren’t letting me sit; I was tired and sleepy so I slept on the floor. And I didn’t, like, scream’
I was dumbfounded. She tricked us! She made a fool of us! She …now I wish she’d died! I thought.
Ms: Orla (sternly): If this was some kind of joke I didn’t like it. Next time, make sure that there is some real emergency. And if it happens again you all would be expelled. Come on, boys. Some people have already wasted enough time ’she went out; the two boys following her like devoted servants or maybe, paid servants. One of them turned around and winked at us. I was so furious that I didn’t notice how cute he was.
‘…have already wasted my time’ Sana was mimicking her.
Little fat women sat on my seat. I didn’t do anything and quietly sat beside Sk. But I was thinking. Thinking how to get revenge on the Little Fat Women. After a while she stood up and went outside.
‘That little…’ I began, angrily.
‘Fat…’ Sk offered.
‘Woman’ Sana finished.
‘Yeah! That’s what we’re gonna call her. Little fat woman. Perfect’ I smiled satisfyingly.
The rest of our trip was normal. I mean nothing unusual happened; the young boy who was following me earlier came and tried to sell us some pâtés. We were hungry so we bought some. They were disgusting. Little fat woman came back, sat on the floor (God knows why!) and starting reading a suspense novel called ‘The Seat’. Then we reached our destination, the station, I mean. We got off the train and followed Ms. Orla and five other teachers (including the bald man) to the bus. There were about 30 students. Then we were on our way to Changa Manga, some boys were singing a horrible song in horrible voices. And then we were there, at Changa Manga. We were filthy. I was dying to have a shower but what I saw confirmed my fears, which I’d buried deep in my heart, we were going to have a camp, not expensive and stylish hotels but stupid and cheap tents. With mosquitoes, spiders, bugs, bats, snails, lizards and maybe with lions and bears too! This as not looking so good! Oh well, I have my mosquito repellent, I thought.
Well, will tell you the rest later. Cya!
I grinned at my friends, Sana and Sk, who were sitting across me. I couldn’t stop grinning no matter how I hard I’d try. Last night, I slept with a big grin on my face and woke up with a big grin. And I think in my dreams I saw grinning yellow faces too. But no one can question my grinning. Anybody who’d be my place would be grinning like me.
Sana (excited): Is the train really moving, or I’m just imagining it?
Me (looking outside the window): People and roads are moving so that means the train is really moving.
Sana: Awesome!
Sana has developed a habit of saying ‘awesome’ since she’s been watching ‘Cory in the house, I wanted to say ‘awesome’ too, as I really like Newt, but now as Sana had chosen it I’d to take something different and its ‘It’s so wickedly awesome!’ like Hannah Montana says.
Me: ‘Yeah, it’s so wickedly awesome!’ Sana rolled her eyes. I just grinned. I glanced around and saw my family waving frantically trying to catch my eye. I waved them back and stuck my tongue out at my brothers. My mum looked disapprovingly at me smiling at the same time and my dad, hidden behind a newspaper waved too. I waved until I couldn’t see them anymore (not because the train had gone too fastly but because they’d gone). I leaned back and saw Sana and Sk still waving goodbye to their family. So I leaned outside again and waved at random people. A boy of about 5 starting running with the train to shake my hand. His mother shouted at him and looked madly at me. I drew the curtain (which was really dirty) for few minutes and laughed silently. Sana and Sk were looking at me oddly.
Me: What?
Sana & Sk: Nothing!
Me: No, really, tell me?
Sk: You were practically outside the window.
Sana: We thought you were falling.
Sk & Sana: We were going to pull you back.
Me (laughing nervously): Oh, how embarrassing!
I WAS embarrassed. Why do you always make a fool of yourself, Sidrah? I asked myself. Got no answer. We were quite for few minutes. Looking around our compartment, or should I say a box as it was really small. I drew back the curtain and thankfully saw no over-excited child or some angry mom; instead I saw a vast green landscape dotted with trees and cows (or were they horses, or maybe donkeys.) and occasionally, some homes.
Sk (dreamily): ‘Do you think he’d call me?’
Sana & Me (groaning): Sk, not again! Not NOW!
SK (still dreamily, oblivious of our groans): He said he’d, but I’m not sure. If he wouldn’t then I’d call him myself and give him piece of mind.
Sana & I looked at each other, shaking our heads sadly, like we’d just lost some big case. Since Sk has fallen in love with Dan-boy, as she claimed, she talks about him non-stop. If we’re talking about someone, say Zac Efron, she’d cut in and would go and on about Dan-boy. This gets on my nerves.
Sana (ignoring Sk): So what have you brought?
Me: Lots of stuff and my Mosquito Repellent. Or, oh, should I say ‘Coral’s Mosquito repellent’.
Sana (eyes wide open): You brought the repellent? But how? And why on earth have you named it ‘Coral’s’?’
Me: I asked Camper for the formula. He said he’d only agree to give me on one condition that I name it ‘Coral’s’. I agreed. He sent me a formula AND three mosquito repellents! He said he’d been working on it; James has made him a whole laboratory on his birthday.
Sana (shocked): A lab? A whole REAL LAB?
Me (nodding): Yeah! James has gotten lucky. He got, like, millions of dollars from his company. So, Camper said that he loves to invent stuff and he’s giving me the formula for free as I saved his imaginary pals!’
Sana (whistling): Wow!
We were all quiet; Sana and I thinking about Camper, repellents and that kind of stuff. And Sk staring into a space and humming a song. Then there was a loud bang on the door. We all looked at each other, puzzled and confused. Sk thinking that’s she some brave soldier went to open the door and was greeted by the Little Fat Woman. No, she wasn’t fat or little and nor she was a woman, she must about our age. She was quite pretty but had manners like a caveman. She was chewing a gum loudly. She eyed us and her eyes stopped on me. I felt I was a prisoner in the war a now it was my turn to die. But, no, I wasn’t afraid of her. No one can frighten me that easily.
Little Fat Woman: ‘I wanna have that seat’ Weird noises were emitting from her, I wish I were eating a bubble gum too so that I could match those noises
Me (crossing my arms, staring at her coldly): ‘Sorry, you can’t.’
Little Fat Woman: I wanna have that seat.
This time I ignored her. I started to talk with Sk, not caring about the topic. Sana joined us too. All was well until there was a loud agonized howl. We went rigid with shock.
Sk (fearful): Have we killed her?
Little Fat Woman was lying on the floor, her face pale.
Me (irritatingly): Don’t be silly, we haven’t even touched her.’
Sana (off handily): She’s faking it.
I knew she was right. But inside, really deep inside, guilt was creeping inside me, getting bigger and bigger by time. I didn’t kill her, I told myself. But what if she was suffering from a disease in which you just have to sit on the window seat. Or maybe I killed by just looking at her. I mean, I did give her a murderous glance. I’m not a murderer. I’m just a 17 years old girl who became a little bit selfish. Oh God! Please don’t kill her, I promise I’ll be a good girl.
Oops! This post is getting a bit too long! Rest, later!
Holidays! Yay!! Woohoo! Ok, sorry ..it’s just that I’m so excited about holidays. Since Camper and Coral have gone to Malta, Lady Luck has been shining on me. I’m not exactly happy that they’ve gone but ..well, I’m not complaining. Oh yes, I almost forgot, I got a new bike too! Poor Sana, her bike didn’t get stolen so she’s still riding her old one! *Ha-ha …lucky me!*Actually these holidays are a study trip, we’re going to some place called ‘Changa Manga’ it’s a forest of some kind …I know the name is unusual and it’s a study trip but think …just think...a week with your best friends and away from your family is like...is like …heaven! *Hope my mum is not reading this* Anyways, the other day I went to Summer Fun Classes to collect my certificate. Unfortunately or fortunately I collided with Mr. Flight …the scene was like that:I was running at my full speed while on the other side Mr. Flight was walking slowly drinking his coffee...well ….we went CRASH!! ….he fell down, broke his glasses and spilled the coffee on his already-yellowish brown lab-coat …and I was ok [thank God!], standing there, red with embarrassment …if those people hadn’t gathered around us I’d have run away not caring for the certificate or whatever. He got up with the help of thousands of people and glared at me and said some thing which sounded like that: ‘comtoffs’ …what he’d actually said was ‘Come to my office’ …so I was stuck there. I felt like I was some criminal and they were treating me like one too. One lady there, who was all red, had shouted ‘She could have killed him!’ I mean, come on it was an accident! And even if he’d died, it’d have been ok...he’s like …ancient, really! Ok, where was I? Yeah, so I went to his office with that lady in red, she was red …her dress was red, hair was red, sandals were red, lipstick was red and she was red with anger! Simply red, Lol! When we went inside Mr. Flight thundered ‘Young lady, where are your manners? Do you think you can just stamp on innocent people and get away with it?’ I bit my lip and tried to look sorry. I WAS feeling sorry. *For myself. He-he.* So, I said ‘I’m so sorry, Mr. Flight. Truly I’m sorry …I was just in a hurry… so..’ I put on my ‘I’m-going-to-cry’ face. This worked! His horrible expression softened ….and from some cruel teacher he suddenly looked like somebody’s grandpa. ‘Aren’t you the girl who made the perfume?’ he smiled at me. The lady in red suddenly looked interested in me. .‘Umm …. It was my partner …’ I was going to say but why give Camper the credit now that he’s in Malta so I said ‘Yeah, it was me’ I said proudly, my head held high, then added ‘My partner, Camper, helped me’The lady in red eyed me suspiciously ‘Do you know the recipe?’ she stared at me. Yikes!‘Yes, I’ve written in my notebook’, I stared back. I can always ask Camper! The lady in red smiled slightly. Mr. Flight was looking at me like a proud parent.‘Well, young lady first tell me why are you here?’ he asked‘To collect my certificate’ he nodded as if he was expecting me.‘Yes the certificate, what’s your name? He asked me. I told him then he went outside muttering under his breath. The lady in red and I looked around the office. It was like Mr. Flight; ancient. There was an old white box, which I think was a computer. A golden telephone, you know that weird thing you see in old movies. The desk and other furniture were all brown like Mr. Flight’s lab coat. The only thing which was new was the calendar, which looked out of place. Then the lady broke the silence by saying: ‘So, how did you make the perfume?’ she asked me. Oh God!‘Umm…ahh ...well …it was an accident’ I said, lamely.‘Accident?’‘Yeah, I added some stuff, colorful stuff’ I said what Camper had told me.‘Do you know that it’s not a perfume?’‘Huh?’‘Young lady, you’ve accidentally made a mosquito repellent’‘Oh’ I was at loss for words.’And it’s very useful. Especially for researchers in Changa Manga’Changa Manga? What’s THAT? But I didn’t ask as I knew she’d explain it.‘It’s a forest. The organizers of Summer Fun Classes are very happy with you. The repellent you’ve invented is effective, has a nice smell and also it’s easy to make!’ she stopped to catch her breath, ‘I’m Mrs. Habib, the manager of Fun Knowledge Organization. It’s the same company who organized Summer Fun Classes. We’d like to buy your formula’ she waited for an answer. I felt like I was in some movie. A good movie, where I’m going to be rich!‘It’s ok. I’ll give you some time to think about it’ she smiled ‘You can discuss with your parents too. But don’t say a word to anyone else, especially Mr. Flight’ I nodded silentlyMr. Flight came in with my certificate. He gave it to me without saying anything and sat down on his chair. I think he was in a really bad mood. God knows why.Then Mrs. Habib said to me ‘Some of our students are going to Changa Manga for research, you can come too. It’s free’ Free. Hmm. It means free HOLIDAY! A holiday! Wow!! *But alone!?*‘Can I bring my friends too?’ I asked hopefully. At first she looked uncertain then she must have thought about the repellent, I mean if she offends me I won’t sell her my formula! ‘Sure, but only two friends.’ I gave her my angelic smile ‘Thanks Mrs. Habib. And I’ll think about the “perfume’’ I said them goodbye and went home. Called my two friends, Sana & SK, they said yes. My parents were doubtful but they agreed after a long talk with Mrs. Habib. Thankfully she didn’t mention anything about the repellent neither did I. I’m not sure if I should tell them or not. I’ll have to talk to Camper first. Ok, so got to go now; have to buy lots of stuff! One more day then we’ll be off. Cya!
If time were mine then I’d never bother to study.
If time were mine then I’d sleep as long as I’d like to.
If time were mine I’d spend more time having fun than getting bored.
If time were mine I’d get to watch all my favorite TV shows.
If time were mine then I’d travel back in time.
If time were mine then I’d watch pyramids being built.
If time were mine then I’d stay online 24/7
If time were mine then I’d have lunch/dinner whenever I’d like to.
If time were mine then I’d go to Jupiter in less than a second.
If time were mine then I’d know everybody’s future, including mine.
If time were mine then I’d delete al the bad stuff in the world.
If time were mine then I’d never die. Lol!
If time were mine then I’d what’s gonna come in exams.
If time were mine I’d live my favorite moments again and again.
If time were mine then I’d undone all the wrong I’ve done.
If time were mine then I’d get to meet Einstein and Sydney Sheldon.
If time were mine then there would far less physics formulae.
If time were mine then I’d live happily ever after.
I'd have been so much fun if we were free of time, right?!..too bad we're not....
