‘Dear Diary..’laira writes.
‘ I am 15 years old now and life only seems tougher. Days are hard to get by. I see everyone enjoying their life and I cannot imagine how fun they are going to have in this summer vacation. But here I am, sulking on the 1st day of my vacation unable to get out of my room.
And I have been having very strange dreams lately. Yesterday I saw a boy perhaps my age or little older sitting on the side of the road with his head buried in his arms, crying. I asked him why he was crying and he looked into me so sadly, I feared that those eyes would make me drown in sadness itself. Tears were falling down my eyes and no matter how hard I tried, it would not stop. And the funny thing is, i dont even know why..i understand, it was just a dream and I should get over with it but for some reason I cannot help but think’
Laira feels a wave of sadness run through her veins as she rereads her own writing.
She closes the diary and prays that it would lock her thoughts of pain forever inside, never to be seen, never to be felt.
‘I definitely need some fresh air’
After changing into her casuals, she grabs her sneakers, runs down the stairs and then, bumps into Yanjas ‘her teenage crush’.
‘wha…..t!!!!’ she screams one more time in her head, bumping her little brain all across the insides of her bony cranium.
‘Hey..’ Yanjas smiles. ‘ Where are you running this early morning?’
‘Just out for some air’ she replies cooly inside her head, confident and bold.
But in reality, laira stands there mute..dumb, looking like she just had a brain freeze.
‘Come over Yanjas’ Urome, her brother calls out from living room with a coffee mug in his hand, ‘better start the game’.
‘ok’ Yanjas shouts back. ‘Here for the videogame’ he says as he walks away, throwing awkward smile to laira.
‘He might just be the love of my life.. My love pheromones are traveling now from right atrium to right ventricles to lungs than to left atrium to left ventricle..aorta and to….’
‘……the circulation’ she screams, as she dashes out of the door, blushing.
‘Something is definitely wrong with your sister’ yanjas whispers to Urome, with a corncerned look, as they both pause the videogame and stare laira blast out of the door.