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Reality of Life

Short story on the reality of life

It was a dark night. All I could hear was the sound of my clock and my heart beating. It wasn’t a positive sign. My heartbeat never rose this much. And I never felt butterflies in my stomach. 

I think I knew what the reason was. I was nervous about the first day of my university. Yet, I was excited to having a new environment and new friends. But I was nervous about settling in.  

I was new in town and I didn’t have any idea about the city and how things worked here. I didn’t know if I would be welcomed into this place or not. But the only thing I set up in my mind was that I would definitely work on my studies. I would try to keep myself reserved from others.

It was the next morning, around 7 am, my alarm started to ring. And the sound was annoying. I didn’t want to wake up. I was awake until around 3 in the morning. And I hardly took any sleep. But I tried to pull myself out of bed.  At this moment life felt miserable already.

I didn’t realize waking up this early would be so hard. As soon as I got up, and got myself freshened up. The next main thing was to decide what to wear.

After spending like 15 minutes on what to wear. I took out a casual grey top with blue jeans.  The next thing was my hair and makeup. I didn’t like much of makeup. So I kept things simple. Just comb my hair in the back and I was ready. 

I ran downstairs for breakfast, where I could see my mother working on her laptop. As she was a housewife and she had to take care of my 4-year-old brother. She then decided to work from home.  Since she was almost always busy I decided to make breakfast myself. 

After breakfast, I said my goodbyes to my mother and my little brother and left for school. As school was walking distance from my house, I decided to walk to university. All the way I was nervous about how my day would go. But finally around 8 30, I entered university.

Walking through the corridoor and trying to find my class was the first struggle I faced. I noticed that people weren’t that polite. I tried to ask them where my classroom 2C was but almost all of them either made me go the wrong way. Or tried different pranks on me. I realize that I was new here and people wanted to fool around with me. But I just wanted to be on time for my first class. 

At last, I found my classroom, and I was 10 minutes late for class too. I still managed to slip into the class and find a place to sit. Even though nobody wanted to sit with me just because I was a new student. 

I don’t get it if i’m a new student doesn’t mean I’m contagious or something. At least you can sit around me I won’t hurt anyone. 

I had consecutive classes and got free around 3 pm. So I thought that I didn’t really need to interact with anyone. Just take your classes and go home as simple. 

I was already so tired and frustrated about today. That I just wanted to sleep for like hours. But I just had to walk back home. Reaching home I was so tired that I walked into my room and slept for like 3 hours. 

Around 6 pm when I woke up, I seemed a bit fresh. I spent some time with my family and told them the struggles of my day. Yet, my parents were supportive, they told me that things would be okay one day. And I will make a place at university sooner. I will have friends and people won’t hate me as much as they do right now. 

Days went by like this, and it was almost 2 weeks till my university started. Things were a bit different; people did talk to me for their own purposes. They only talked to me when they needed notes or wanted some help in assignments or quizzes.  I was actually okay with the fact that someday they would talk to me. I used to keep myself reserved and isolated.

Maybe it was because I was still stuck somewhere in my past.  I thought that this new place will bring new things into my life but I was wrong.  For a while you can say I was wrong. 

Gradually I saw people sitting around me and talking to me. And in no time I had so many friends.

I felt so blessed having so many people around me. Maybe because I have spent so much time alone that now I love a huge company of people around me. And in a short period of time, I made good friends. I trusted them and shared everything with them. 

We used to have hangouts and sleepovers. Even late night parties. I used to stay out almost the whole day and just went home to sleep. Honestly I had stopped studying and giving my family time. The only thing I could see was my new company. 

My parents tried telling me that these aren’t your real friends. They won’t do anything good for you. They will just cause issues. And that you will ruin your future. But honestly I used to be rude to my parents. Used to ignore them and argue with them over this almost every day.  

It was like I didn’t like them interfering in my life. I felt like I found my happiness and this was all I was looking for.  

Months passed like this, and then a day before the final paper came. My friend Jane, who was basically the leader of our group called me for a sleepover.

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She stated that it was a sleepover and that we would study all night. We spent most of the time talking about boys and fashion. Later they made me teach them everything. Even teaching them everything I still needed time to revise each chapter in detail. 

But then after a while Jane offered me grape juice. I insisted on not having it but she forced me to have it. And after drinking the juice I snapped. I became unconscious and then after a few minutes I fainted. 

The whole night passed this way. I remained unconscious and around an hour before the paper my eyes slightly opened. My vision wasn’t totally clear but I could see all of them were sitting and I was totally blank.

I asked them how all this happened and all they did was made fun of me. They started laughing at me

That is when I knew the truth that is when Jane told me that she had done all this on purpose. They always made this that they will fake out to be my friends and won’t let me give my papers so I fail them. Basically Jane wanted to be the topper of the class and she was jealous of me. That time I was in shock. I was broken into pieces. I trusted every one of them and they just faked out this friendship. 

That is when I had no way other than returning home with guilt. I entered home and started crying. Sat on my knees and ask for forgiveness from my parents. I was guilty about not listening to them.They always wanted to keep me safe, but the only thing I did was refuse to listen to them. 

That day I realized that the world is full of fake people. You need to understand who is right and who is wrong. You need to realize that having a lot of friends in your life isn’t necessary. Just having one loyal friend is enough in life. And the other most important thing is never destroying your future for someone else. Always keep in mind that your parents want the best for you. 

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