My ill innocence

"I know Sir Smith, he is a teacher of Chemistry at section B and he can personally teach you.," the principal recommended.I rolled my eyes in excess frustration and that ceiling fan created an irking noise. My mom's face was red with embarrassment. I did not show my grades and results to her.She cleared her throat and asked, "When was the test conducted?""13th of September.," he replied.My mom cross eyed me and we were allowed to leave.She was pinching my arms in exasperation. She drove the car and boycotted me."Let me make it clear.," I broke the silence and her stubborn nature was not ready to gaze at me."I am not going for any tuitions."She took a sharp turn and shouted, "It's decided that you are going and I am not asking your permission, you have to go and that's final.""I am not going...... Not going...... Not going......," I screamed and grabbed the attention of drivers in the traffic."Shut up,

He cleared his throat and started the first lecture. I brushed my long wavy hair purposely at his arms. That teacher must have thought that it was my innocence -my veiled innocence. His countenance flushed whenever my hair brushed his arms accidentally or coincidentally. I pretended to look alert and attentive. ".....so this is sigma bond......."I noticed his emerald green eyes which illuminated in a bright sunshine. I ogled his bare muscular designated with a crisscross of veins.I forcefully asked doubts on the structure of compounds by tapping his arms slowly (naughty). Damn, his arms were as hard as rock or stone. "Do you understand this?, the basisity of hydrochloric acid is 1.""umm, yes sir."I was barely interested at his monotonous lecture. He had lousy style of teaching, I must admit.I continuously scratched my head and locked my gaze at the vintage clock placed adjacent to me. My orbs danced a

I immediately got up and paid the bill in rage. I walked at the chilled sidewalk. I clasped my arms and observed that melancholic weather which overloaded my heart with bitter sadness, the frozen winds touched my nerves and gave me goosebumps. I pressed the doorbell and Alfred opened the door."Did your boyfriend dumped you?," he giggled. "Mind your own business.," I replied savagely. "That loyal Andy Dandy.," he teased.I said, "F**k off."My mom was watching a classic film. She grabbed her full attention on that monotonous scene.My footsteps interrupted her."Hey sweetie, you returned early.""Stop calling me 'Sweetie'."I jumped straight on the bed and flicked my lamplight playfully on and off. I was unable to sleep. A kind of bubble formed inside my stomach. I went downstairs in search of quick snack. I opened the fridge which was filled with vegetables."Should I warm the dinner?,"

I sat gently at the wet dirty floor and cried bitterly in that four walls around me (which were an unrecognizable audience). I slept, leaning against the uncleaned wall.My mother knocked the door continously. "Vanessa.," my mom shouted in a loud tone.I opened my eyes immediately and realized that it was evening. I gulped my dry saliva and unbolted the door unconsciously. "What were you doing?," she asked staring at my wet clothes."I was... I was.... washing clothes.," I lied.Her eyebrows lifted with a suspicious eagle eyes."Show me your washed clothes.," she ordered."The floor is all soapy and watery, you might fall.," I blocked her way."Are you hiding any rodent?," she sounded "No.""Okay.," she said, "I have brought a chocolate cake from that party.""Will you eat that?""Ummm, ya.," I replied casually. I changed my dress and threw my dirty clothes in a bu

She gripped my hand and dragged me to the OPD room. The hospital was nearly vacant. "Next patient, Vanessa Davies.," the compounder shouted.I dashed into the room. The compounder blocked my mom's way and said, "one patient at a time, ma'am."I smiled sardonically. "I am her mother."He showed her the sign of 'get in' to her.I sat at the cold leather chair of that room. The doctor was an old man of around sixty. He wore round spectacles and had the habit of chewing bubblegum like me. "Name?," he asked directly. "Vanessa Davies.," I answered."Age?""17.," he stopped scribbling and fixed his eyes at me. I smiled partially in return."What's your problem?," the doctor asked."She fainted last night.," my mom answered in a stressed tone."Did you eat anything that night?""No.," my mother interrupted me. (I was about to nod my head in agreement)."O