Nat had OCD and a sort of ideal way of doing things. She wanted her food the way she wanted it – cold fries slightly burnt, cold soggy burger, cold coffee, soggy biscuit in cereal for breakfast. Typical of Nat, as Jameela would say but Nat was proud of herself. She considered herself unique in that aspect. Different. For others, she was indeed different but in slightly another sense. With her long wavy brown hair, curvy hips and full lips, a lot of boys found her attractive. To her, she was not. And it was exhausting to go out only for someone to be sitting next to the small fountain outside the gate of her house. Sometimes she hated the attention. At times, she was intrigued by her power on men.
As the days went on, Jameela noticed her how friend drew back into herself. She sulked. With
