A Beautifully Strange Stranger (NOT another love story)
The same hand movements, same complaints, the forgetfulness and exhaustion. It was the time to practice our sports drill, which I would be doing standing very close to the audience on the final day. No denying that was all the more reason to try to do it better, but I have two left legs! Dance and I were like the broken couple who once had a teenage dream but grew up to realise we weren't meant for one another. Glad enough as I was to find that all my classmates were irritated with it too. Though, I wont deny that it was a very rejuvenating break in an all-girls' school, from the regular subject classes with teachers, toxic for my mind and students who considered themselves to be either Mark Zuckerberg or the most front forward donator to the school. Okay, I admit, I am generalising but the rare one who didnt fall into any of those categories ended up showing the traits of Hitler, which made it no better. You just couldn't have laughed or even smiled without being tol