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"Whoa! Varnika! What the crap did you do to your arm?!" Rohan yelled from the backseat. Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.
I tried hiding it by slowly moving it out of their viewing. "Uh, I got a little curious in there. . . ".
The mark had made itself clear to everyone. It was a dark blotch right below my left elbow crease. I feel like this is 'The Hangover Part III' but I'm sober the whole time. I'm pathetic. I just want to make it back to Jannat's safe and sound in her cruddy room.
"Being a 'little' curious doesn't end in criminals chasing after us with hammers, and bruises Varnika." Jannat complained to me.
Naw, dip.
We ended up swerving into the driveway because Jannat is still in the state of mind where we get caught by the criminals. Silently, we all exit the car resembling zombies and make way to her room. No one says another word, but we all get into our blankets and go to sleep thinking of what could've happened and changed.
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The next morning, I only got up because of the sounds of an alarm. No one else thinks that the sound of alarms is annoying enough because they continue to slumber with the foul smell escaping their lips. Morning breath is the devil.
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