The zoras – episode 1

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2:45 am the clock said . Julie sat up , unable to sleep. She went over to the sofa and sat,pulling her legs towards her and buried her face in them. Since the morning , her stomach was lurching and she can tell something bad is about to happen. Four years ago , she experienced the same feeling , and after a few days her mom was dead. She was ten at that time. She sighed to her knees.

She got up and went over to the window. She scanned the lanes of Albert avenue absent mindedly searching for something that Would comfort her. Something that would tell her thatit’s alright . It’s just your imagination . she felt her free hair and tied it into a knot.

She saw the trees rustle violently in front of her. Her tummy did a back flip.She tightened her grip around the bars of the window so much that her knuckles became white. Like that would lessen her fear of something she didn’t know.Yet.

The trees shook more vigorously this time and she saw a hint of black moving behind the trees. An eerie darkness followed , darkness the likes of which she has never experienced before. Although it was dark the whole time.

Julie quickly grabbed the binoculars that her friend Mark had left behind in the table . Squinting through it, she saw a mass black figure gliding through the trees.

She moved an inch noiselessly to the right to get a closer, better view and gasped.

A black figure with a human body was finding support in a tree. Although Julie decided in the darkness that it is the most less human like figure she had seen in her whole life.

Death black colored skin , white eyebrows and lips with the most tantalizing green eyes was sitting on a tree branch supporting itself on it like a frog. Julie wanted to scream but no sound came out of her mouth. As she stared dumbfounded into the figure in front of her , a chill ran down her spine.

She dropped her line of vision and stared on to the ground. She simply could not resist looking at it anymore. She gulped as a pain stabbed every part of her body which had nothing to do whatsoever with the tiredness and sickness inside of her.

The pain hurt her in a mysterious ,nonchalant way. Julie could feel its eyes boring into her , the cause for her pain. She did not move or look at it. She simply stood there , not daring to move an inch of of her body. stay where you are a voice told her.

The pain was different from all the pains she had experienced before, but there was a strange wanting in her heart for the pain to stay, for it to stay.

For how long she stood there she did not know , but when it glided back into the trees , it seemed suddenly bright to her although it was dark all the time. A feeling of nostalgia surpassed Julie as she stared after the trees for a long time, dazed and shaken .

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Aside

What? Its been two months or three ? or ages, probab ?. Why are you looking at me like that? . Am I following someone named Poojitha ? there’s been a mistake . No, no mistake.Not really. Well,school started and exams ( those things started too), and I fighting my guilty consiousness by saying that I am blogging because it improves my english and I am really contributing for my next exam ( duh. do you even read that subject ?). I am in eighth grade right now and the teachers have already started boasting about how tough ninth and tenth is gonna be, yadda , yadda, yadda. Its really started to annoy me tough and scare me from the inside. I haven’t even started THINKING about I am going to do after school, and there they go, its gonna be really tough, we”ll hardly score you,enjoy you time in eighth grade,cause you are not even going to have time to breathe.

Yes, its gonna be hard . Not.

Last year it was fun tough. Nobody said a word about the next year and the future which came afterwards! (thats unfair) last year , we remained KIDS , being all childish , NEVER EVER touching the textbooks until the day before the exam but still getting full marks ( after negotiating with teachers until they had no choice but to agree in the end). I tought the days would never run away from me , seventh would always stay with me. I know I am being silly , but come on ! everyday held in store memories for me . We were close knit all girl group of 5.

Soon it the half-yearly exam . Ok , we still have a full half year to go. AND, the quart-yearly exam , . We still had 50 days to go. Soon it became 10 days . 5 . 3 . 1 . and then the annual exam , ( where we at least use to sneak out of our respective examination halls just for the sake of seeing each other ).Soon came the holidays . I could never imagine why I longed for my holidays to come when I was at school in seventh. looking back, the laughter and the teasing rings in my head , picture flashes of fights which didn’t even last a day long.

Soon it was all over . Eighth grade. Different classes. Tight schedules. Competitions. but thats the glory of middle school,they say,every year , you get new pals , that’s the beauty of it. I couldn’t agree less. I mean, yes, every year I had a different favourite friend , they keep changing. But seventh was special. I didn’t hang out with a cooler gang before. All the fun , the dumb charades during lunch, nicknaming our sports teachers, sleeping during physics period , our class teacher , who was super-cool and most of all…us.The friendship. Hugs. I couldn’t get any this year.

To top it all,we had a fight. I mean, I had a fight with all of them. For a silly reason tough. The thing is , I used to sit with our all-rounder ,gaaaaaang leader , S . during ALL yoga periods. And this year , she didn’t save me a seat on our first yoga period of the year. We used to fight over silly things like these. But we use to cry, lots of sorrys and we will join back together. So I sat in the last row, not having any one to speak to.

But when she looked back at me , I didnt look at her. That was the biggest mistake. I could feel her eyes on me , but I pretended. She waited for me to turn , like for 20 seconds , I was a little annoyed , I mean, I used to save HER a seat almost all throught the last year , and she didn’t even return the favour ONCE. Not a very big mistake. And then she turned . I kept on looking at her back, this time determined to smile at her , even when she ACCIDENTLY turned. But she never did. Not even once. Tears streaming in my eyes, I went to apologize to her near our closed cs lab( our daily meeting place ) but she pretended I didn’t exist. Others tried to act normally tough , chatting about teachers and exams but I was very much worried inside , I was scared we would all drift apart. The last thing I would ever want in my whole life.

AND then it happened. Usually , I would be dying for my sports period, where we would all meet and well….old times. But it never happened. I tought we would play shuttle , and everything would come back to normal.Boy, I was wrong. She never came to me and I never went to her. Our fight , however silly or serious it was , would never last more than 2 days. But it is over a week now. I look longingly at them, to be a part of the gang , which is where I actually belonged and felt like home. Others talk normally to me but I feel separated. The main purpose why I am writing this is , after posting it on wordpress I am going to post i on google+ too. In case she stumbles on my post and happens to read.I guess the more mature we become, more ego we devolop.If only I had looked at her and made a face. Everything would have come back to normal.

In case if you read this post , S. I am still waiting for you.

And yes dear readers, who so very well write better post than me, my novel is done and ready. Thats a very big tick on my hols resolution chart.So you can expect the next post to be the start of the serial.