I hate that I agreed to stay back to watch Vikram’s game today. I have better things to do. I need to go home and tell Mom that I love her, and then go into my room and hang myself. Because that’s the only way I see Saturday in my future. My funeral day!
I know what Mom would say. ‘Mishti, you can do anything. You need to believe in yourself more.’ I wish she knew, believing in oneself doesn’t make one smart. How can I assert my views, when I don’t know what they are? Debating is not my thing. Ugh, I wish I was invisible to Mrs. Khanna.
Saahil is waiting for me after the last period at my class door. “Took you long,” he says.
“Yeah, I was just checking if I had the book that I borrowed from the library, in case I get bored during the game.” I don’t want to tell Saahil about Mrs. Khanna’
