On My Way To Mr. Right

Chapter 81

Whatever it was that this was intended to be, it failed miserably. My mother's decision to live in this house is comprehensible. It has an extravagant and shiny look. That everyone passing by might hear her loud scream.

Another scorcher of a day passed us by yesterday. The climate in Melbourne differed from that in Mumbai. The atmosphere was now inflamed and swelled, as if entering a high-pressure liquid, yet it was clear at home. You could move around comfortably in the heat at home, but it seemed to stick to you here, weighing you down as the day went.

That's not my proudest moment, but I was determined to persevere. Is that clear? Are you going to stick with it? Isn't it as though the humidity has arrived? I'd had enough of silently whining. I'd progressed to shouting at my mother in my sleep. My father was terrified the first time he saw it, but I assured him it was only a dream. It was a fantasy of mine that I hoped would come true.

Just like they had done the previous several days, Zoe and Bea had obtained me a seat in the lecture hall. However, I was apprehensive to take a seat in the first row. If I hadn't been late, it would have been bearable. I also despised being under the penetrating stare of Mr. Voltare, who had such a shady past that I couldn't concentrate on the lecture.