Girls Under Pressure

"Ishita! Hurry. We're getting late - we have a flight to board."



I sighed. I took one good look at my home. This would be my last stay here. With tears in my eyes, I left, all my memories of me growing up in this place, to make new ones. I was preparing myself mentally for the past 2 months. But, this, was unexpected. It was like all negative emotions melted together, and hit hard a chunk of iron. More of slammed hard.

3 MONTHS LATER

I opened my eyes, to a new morning. I realised that I was crying. It was a Friday. The last day of school before another weekend. Which should sound fun right? But it somehow didn't. I brushed those tears off my cheek. I got up and stared at the wall. It was like deja vu.

The same iron chunk came and slammed me so hard, that I fell back and my head hit the pillow. It hurt so much that I started crying again.

This had happened to me for the first time. I scowled, picked up my uniform and went in for a shower. I tried not to think about anything, only pleasant memories I had in the past 3 months.

The rest of the day was VERY bad. I had worn the wrong uniform, so I was made to clean my school's trophy collection after school in stead of practising basketball. "Why were there so many trophies? Curse those people who won them. Show - offs!" I thought. I hadn't done my history homework and the teacher caught me. She made me do the homework five times. I didn't get my Geography textbook to school, so the teacher wrote a note to my parents. Last semester, I almost flunked my Maths exam. So, I thought the principal would 'ask for me'; that was her tradition. She did call like a dozen people including ALL the new entrants. Only, I wasn't included (whew!). I was scared the whole day. Waiting for another catastrophe to occur.

Back at home, my anxiety and despair mad me more clumsy than my usual self. I tripped over my own shoes thrice, and just couldn't study. I felt like screaming.

The rest of the term was like...AAAAAAH!!! Every weekday, I would get up and mope around. Visit my personal hell for 7 hours, and go back home. At home I was very busy; but doing only one thing - nothing but mope. More and more each day. Then, my condition worsened. I used to cry every single day, ALL night. Except for in school. I managed not to. Slowly, I developed a morning sickness. Every morning before breakfast (thankfully), I used to feel sick.

One day, I put my foot down. I told myself: "Ishita, you cannot go around like this all the time. Its affecting you mentally and physically."

So, when people asked me,"How do you like your school?" Instead of saying," Don't assume that I even like my school", I simply lied and said I loved it. It was pretty obvious that I didn't, seeing how dull and depressed I was in school. So, I also pretended to love school. Slowly, the lie remained no more. It turned no more. It turned into the truth. And know what? I was happy.

3 YEARS LATER

"Hi Ishita!"

"Hi Gala! What's up?"

"Nothing much. I'm good. How was yesterday? What did I miss out on?"

"God, Nikisha you missed out on so much fun! Yesterday was awesome! I loved it. We enjoyed ourselves so much in lunch!"

"Hi! How are you?"

"Hi Srishti! Hey, did you get my Face Book request? I sent you one to join the 'iPod lovers' group."

"Yeah, I did. I accepted it. Hey, I read your blog. Both I and Aishvarya loved it! Its pretty cool. I really liked the poem you wrote in the end."

"Thanks a bunch. Hey, know what? Comment on it. That'll be cool. Man! It's 8:30 already! Gotta go. Bio submission!"

This is what my everyday 'life' is like. In school. I have 25 friend in class, 3 best friends, 2 boys and 3 girls who envy me. Pretty neat huh? Well, 3 years back, school used to be horrible It was like going to Central Jail everyday. Or maybe, 'I sold my soul to the devil (the principal) and I had to be her slave.

Now, I'm pretty happy staying here, going to school. Yeah, I have trouble studying, but, hey! Everyone has problems studying.

By the way, I'm not the only one having trouble. My mom and dad do too. They have trouble understanding me. They claim it to be hard...understanding teens. Well, I don't understand you guys either! I mean they speak like they were never 13! Especially mom. Which normal 13 year old girl wouldn't like dressing up, shopping and make - up?

Well, that reminds me. I have to dress up. I have a girls' night out after an hour with my friends. Bye!