CHAPTER 2

"I know Sir Edward Smith, he is a teacher of Chemistry at section B and he can personally teach you.," the principal recommended.

Basically, the principal of my school and this Chemistry teacher shared the same surname 'cause they were blood related. He was probably his nephew.

I rolled my eyes in excess frustration and that ceiling fan somehow created an irking noise. My mom's face was red with embarrassment. I did not show my grades or results to her. In fact, I didn't told her there were any serious exam as this.

She cleared her throat and asked, "When was the test conducted?"

"13th of September.," he replied.

My mom glared straight at me. For the first time in my life I have seen my sweet mother carrying an expression of a murderer.

She was pinching my arms in exasperation.

She drove the car at her fastest speed and boycotted me.

"Let me make it clear.," I broke the silence and her stubborn nature was not ready to gaze at me.

"I am not going for any tuitions."

She took a sharp turn and shouted, "It's decided that you are going and I am not asking for your permission, you have to go and that's final."

"I am not going... Not going... Not going...," I screamed and grabbed the attention of drivers in the traffic.

"Shut up, you are embarrassing me.," she said with a feeble yet disappointed voice.

Who cares?

I have always been a disappointment.

I was silent for a while.

We reached at home and I shouted, " I am not going for any tuition."

"You are going, young lady and I am going to drop and pick you."

"Ugh.," I responded.

"Tommorow at ten, morning."

"What about my dance class?," I asked.

"I will arrange the schedule."

I changed my dress and watched some porn in my laptop with closed door and most importantly, earphones.

"Food?," she peeped glibly from the door which was unlocked.

"Atleast you could have knocked the door?"

I didn't closed my laptop, I just pretended that I was listening to some songs and chilling.

Thankgod, I had earphones. Earphones are such a lifesaver.

The erotic noises were ringing in my ears.

Ahhh daddy... please stop.... I will be your good girl... daddy....

"I am not hungry.," I rolled at my bed and arranged my hair which wasn't washed for a week or more than a week, maybe.

"Why are you sweating so much?"

"I was dancing."

She went down and shouted, "Come for the lunch, right now. Enough of your dance."

"I said I am not hungry."

"I don't care. The food will get cold."

I locked my door and tucked myself under the blanket having no interest to watch anything special.

I didn't eat the food.