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5:15. Alarm buzzes. That thing called – “snooze”.

5:20. Alarm buzzez. That thing called – “snooze”.

5. 25. Alarm buzzes. That thing called – “snooze”.

5:30. Alarm buzzes. A sigh, a soft good morning, 2 minutes, and a shout later – two feet on the ground.

A cell phone switching on. Something picked up. Door opens. Thuds of footsteps climbing stairs.

Splashes of water. A reflection in the mirror.

“FREAKING SHIT!”

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Heavy breathing. Panting. Sweat. And then a fall. She’s trying again but failing.

“Trisha Smith, you’re so out of the race!”

“I won’t stop trying, Mike!”
“It’s no good T, sports aren’t your cup of tea. Just let others take the trophy in at least this?”

“Nothing is impossible!”

“You’re good in everything else. You can sing…”

“Passably”

“Oh well, you can dance…”

“Not professionally”

“Not much worse. You can debate and declaim and dissuade.”

“She’s the one they prefer.”

“You come third in class”

“ She comes first.”

“Where does she come in the picture from, T?”

“She is the one who makes the picture…I’m the one who fills it.”

“You’re the one who matters…”

“Oh really? Why is she the one who gets the best of everything even when all she does is cram?”

“I love you.”


Well that’s how it starts and ends about everything. “SHE” is really the one who makes the picture all the time. And Trish just can’t get an answer to that one question – “ HOW?”

“I mean, Mike, All she does is sit and get grades. Well maybe the best grades, but still, just freaking grades. I’m the one trying to balance it. Grades, sports, singing, dancing, debating and everything in between. I even win in almost everything, Mike. But she’s the one who everyone loves. I’m just the girl who has a lot of attitude. I just don’t get it!”

Grade 9 had been the worst year of school so far. Fights, misunderstandings, betrayal and HER. What could be worse than being separated from all her friends and being in her section?

But then she thought Grade 10 would me different. What with all the new friends and Mike, she’d be a lot better. But it just got worse.

The days started with everyone telling her how nice ‘she’ was. How perfect, intelligent and brainy. The perfect kid, daughter, grand-daughter, student, friend and a million other things.

The day ended with her parents asking her to get serious.

The only ray of hope was Mike – the guy she loved so much. The guy who always told her how perfect she was and how others just didn’t realise it. The guy who was always there with a hug when she was low. The guy who was there to take her out to cheer her up. The guy who expected nothing in return other than her presence. The guy who was her best friend. The guy she’d hurt so many times...but the only guy she’d ever love!

She had friends. A lot of friends. She had two best friends – Tami and Mike. Many other friends whom she could trust blindly. She talked to everyone. Juniors and seniors. She didn’t know what they thought of her. She was dying to…

Until she got to know she really was…