I felt like expanding this one a little more, but I'm not sure I'll write any more chapters. Once again, constructive critisicm appreciated. Thanks for reviewing the first chapter too. Please do the same here!

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Anjali's thoughts were interrupted by the familiar shuffle of slippers on the ground. She drew in her breath and banged her forehead against the ground. I am such an idiot, she thought, too happy getting myself away from all those airheads to realise she'd be here. A few seconds later she crawled into Rifat Bi's view, looking at once both distressed and amused. Silence followed as they both tried to hide their smiles.

Finally Rifat Bi said, "How was your day?"

Anjali motioned akwardly to the bed before answering "Mmm?"

Rifat Bi began to laugh, but, seeing Anjali's face, stopped. "Bad, then?"

"...Quite."

She looked, slightly concerned, to Anjali, who was now slouching on her bed. "What happened?"

"Nothing. Just...bad, you know? First day back at college," she explained. "Teachers, books. Look what they're making us read, anyway. God know what's happening to this school." Anjali pulled out a copy of Romeo and Juliet. A page fell out, revealing the words 'Stop whistling at the teacher, pervert' written in thick black pen. Rifat Bi raised her eyebrows.

"Is the book the problem, dear, or is it just what you happen to have done with it?"

Anjali laughed. "It's not my fault! He really was whistling at the teacher, you know. No shame." Putting the book back in to her sports bag, she continued: "I mean honestly. Has he run out of girls in the school that he needs to go after the teacher, too? God! Didn't even look any further than the skirt to notice how old she was, I'm telling you. Terrible skirt, too. All yellow. Made her look like a fat lemon." She smiled. "Some place, this...filled with nutcases. God knows what these people do once they get out of school."

Rifat Bi took a deep breath. "I'm worried about what to do with these girls just today, let alone when they get out of here! All day long, rubbish everywhere, beds unmade, parents phoning, work never done, tripping over basketballs, boys trying to break in at odd hours of the night, finding people under beds..."

"I'm not under the bed any more."

"Yes. I forgot to ask - why you were there?"

"Just...was."

For Anjali this was enough explanation, and she began put on her jacket to leave. Can't get any peace around here, she mumbled. Not even under my own bed. Is nowhere safe?

"I've got to go and meet Rahul," she said. Perhaps it's all I can really do...