This content was originally posted by: N_NSAwesome chapter...!!! AM not sure but does Pia have an ability like Cole in The Sixth Sense??? I mean, can she see ghosts???????
I'll be waiting for the next chapter...
Love,
Nidhi :)
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wow interesting ankssso piya is not a normal humanthat's niceπwill be waiting for the next partcontinue soon and do pm meπu r amazingππ
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This content was originally posted by: radtI went to have Maggi...π³. You see maggi in the middle of the night alongside a captivating story is one of the best bets you can have when you are home alone and do not even know the "C" of cooking.π*sigh sigh*Don't laugh now.πMy Favourite FF writer...π³ At such an age you are highly talented and this is an honest opinion my chutkoo baby.πWho knows, one day I might fly to your place for an autograph!πIF will give me an extra advantage over regular fans, won't it.πBeginning with baby Pia and her balcony fear... My my... the way you've described it... it is so captivating. π²I was literaly lost reading itπ. You dont believe me? Ask my mommy when she comes home tomorrow and asks how could an almost-20 year old spill maggi over the study table?πTo be honest... I might not be a great writer or anywhere near it... but... I am really good at recognizing talent.For example I dont like chetan bhagat... <i only read five point someone and was so pissed off so never tried another book by him>or i love Rowling n dan brownOr I love twilight but still find that the movies are way better than the books just the way rowling is than stephnie.So if I tell u ur are awesome, better take my words for granted.πI DO NOT READ UR ff COZ ITS URS.tHAT IS jus one of the reasons.πI read it coz i throughly enjoy it.π³Now quickly add me to the pm list.πAnd update soon.It wud break the link of the readers if you taketoo long to update.god bless you kiddo.π
This content was originally posted by: elizaasee i told u u have so many fans..(including me ofcourse) and nw u wnt need my big big comments, i see many here.. itll be a pain for u to read too many of them ashu... moreover, plz update IL too... il read and unres the post here after an IL updateπand yeah.. i just got a chetan bhagat today to see wht it is like as i told u.. and here i read its bad..π lol..so yeah.. cont soon! love and luck alwaysπ€edited*and maggie is my flavour too...π no much cooking needed na?π
~~CHAPTER TWO~~
Between the dream I couldn't remember and the boy I couldn't have seen, I was scared. Focusing on my test was out of the question. I called up Panchi. ''Did I ever live in a house with a basement?''
''And good morning to you, too.''
''Sorry. I had this dream and it's bugging me.'' I told her what bits I could remember.
''Ah, that would be the old house in Delhi. I'm not surprised you don't remember.''
''Thanks. It was-''
''Bugging you? Aw. Must have been a nightmare.''
''Something about a monster living in the basement.''
''Monster? What? Is everything okay?''
''No, just..my imagination's in overdrive today. I freaked Siddharth out this morning, thinking I saw a boy run in front of the cab.''
''What?''
''There wasn't a boy, not outside my head, anyway.'' I saw Rhea at the locker and waved. ''The bell is going to ring so-''
''I'm picking you up after school. We'll talk.''
The line went dead before I could argue. I shook my head and ran to catch up with Rhea,
**
School. People think art schools must be different, all that creative energy, full of happy kids, less pressure and bullying. It's true that stuff like that isn't that bad at Excel, but, when you put kids together, no matter how similar, lines are drawn. Instead of geeks and jocks and nobodies, you get artists and musicians and actors. As a theatre student, I was pushed in with the actors, where talent counted less than looks, poise and grace. I didn't turn heads, and I scored a zero on the last two.
I'd always dreamed of being in art school, and it was as cool as I'd imagined. My dad has promised that we could say until I graduated, no matter how many times we moved. That meant for the first time in my life, I wasn't the ''new girl''. I'd started at Excel like everyone else. A normal kid. Finally.
That day, I didn't feel normal. I spent the morning thinking about the boy on the street. There were a lot of explanations. I'd been staring at his lunch box, so I didn't know where he'd been running. He'd jumped into a waiting car at the corner. Or moved at the last second and vanished in the crowd. That made perfect sense. Why did it still bug me?
**
''Oh, come on.'' Shweta said as I dug through my locker at lunchtime. ''He's right there. Ask him if he's going to the dance. How tough can that be?''
''Leave her alone.'' Rhea said. ''Come on people, or we'll never get a table.''
We made it as far as Rahul's locker before Shweta elbowed me. ''Ask him, Pia.''
He glanced over..and quickly looked away. My face went red and I clutched my lunch bag to my chest.
''He's a jerk.'' Rhea said. ''Ignore him.''
''No, he's not a jerk. He just doesn't like me. Can't help that.''
''Here.'' Shweta said. ''I'll ask him for you.''
''No.'' I grabbed her arm. ''Please.''
''God, you can be such a baby. You're seventeen, Pia. You have to take matters into your own hands.''
''Like phoning a guy until his mother tells you to leave him alone?'' Rhea grinned.
''That's Armaan's mother. He never said it.''
''Keep telling yourself that.''
That set them off for real. Normally, I'd have jumped in and made them quit, but I was upset over Shweta embarrassing me in front of Rahul. Me and Rhea used to talk about guys, but we weren't totally into them. Shweta was - she'd had more boyfriends than she could name. When she started hanging out with us, it suddenly became important to have a guy we liked. So, I invented a crush. Rahul.
I thought I could name a guy I liked and that would be enough. Not a chance. Swetha told him I liked him. I was horrified. Well, there was a part of me that hoped he'd go like, ''Cool. I like Pia, too.'' Not a chance. We used to talk in the class sometimes. Now, he sat two rows away.
We'd just reached the cafeteria when someone called my name. I turned to see Karan jogging towards me. He bumped into a senior, grinned an apology and kept coming. ''Hey.''
''Hey yourself. Did you forget miss rescheduled film club for lunchtime this week? We're discussing avant-garde. I know you love art films.''
I rolled my eyes.
''I'll send your regrets, then. And I'll tell her you aren't interested in directing that shot, either.''
''We're deciding that today?''
He started walking backward. ''Maybe. Maybe not. So, I'll tell her-''
''Gotta run.'' I said to my friends and hurried to catch up with him.
**
The film club meeting started backstage as always, where we'd go through stuff and eat lunch. We discussed the shot, and I was on the list for directors. I snuck out before it ended and headed back ro my locker. My brain kept whirring until I was halfway there. My stomach started aching up again, reminding me that I'd been so excited about the shot that I forgot my lunch.
I'd left my lunch bag backstage. I checked my watch. Ten minutes before class. I could make it.
**
Film club had ended. Whoever left the auditorium last had turned out the lights, and I had no clue how to turn them on, especially when finding the switch would require being able to see it.
I picked my way through the corridor, running into props twice. Finally my eyes adjusted to the dim light and I found the stairs leading backstage. After that, it got tougher.
The backstage led to small areas and green rooms. After feeling around the wall and not finding a switch, I gave up. The faint glow of emergency lights let me see shapes. Good enough.
Still, it was pretty dark. I'm afraid of the dark. I had some bad experiences as a child, people who lurked in dark places and scared me. Other people imagined playmates; I saw ghosts.
Three more steps and I screamed as fabric moved around me. I'd run into a curtain. Great. How loud had I screamed? These walls better be soundproof.
Ahead, I could see the lunch table. And my bag. I took a step forward and something thumped. My shoes squeaked and that made me jump higher. I rubbed the goose bumps on my arms. Another noice. A rustling. So, we had rats in our spooky corridor, did we? I turned my attention to the table. There was a shadowy figure..
A sob echoed through the room and broke off. Crying. From the right. The end of the hall. A dark shape-
I jumped forward, racing for my bag. I grabbed it and took off.
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