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The Accident
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"Good evening, miss sleepyhead!" Abhi almost shouted in my ear.
"Damn!" I said, scratching my head "C'mon! Can't I get some afternoon sleep!?"
Yeah, afternoon sleep. After the Daya staring incident, I wasn't in a mood to do my homework, not like I had much. So, then I decided that I should get some sleep before banging my head on my homework.
"I wouldn't have woken you but Maxwell's here," he said, sitting on my chair.
"Maxwell?"
"You forgot about him? Maxwell? Styles? Harry? Brother? Friends? Left Harry?"
"Oh, yeah. I remember." to be frank, because of this whole Daya Shetty thing I'd totally forgotten about this.
"Yeah, so they just came back from Seattle. They'll be here any minute," said Abhi.
Right on cue, the doorbell rang. Abhi raised his eyebrow and said "Make yourself presentable and come in 5,"
I threw a pillow at him. "Sure, sire!"
So, as soon as he went, I freshened up a bit, got out of my school clothes, and wore a new orange shirt and black jeans. Putting on a pair of sneakers, I combed my hair and kept it down. And, there I was.
I looked, fine.
Then I went downstairs and saw Abhi chatting with a man who looked around 30. He had long blonde hair and was as tall as Everest. Next to him, sat a young boy, around 20. He had short blackish-brown hair and, looked nice.
So, I jumped down and almost saved myself from falling. This pretty much gathered their attention.
No need for clearing my throat, then.
I went up to them and as soon as I did, Abhi introduced me as his 'little sister' and all that stuff.
"Hi," I finally said to Maxwell. "Nice to see you, Maxwell,"
"Just Max," he said, in a British accent and smiled "And nice to see you too young lady,"
"Okay, Max," I smiled back "And thanks,"
"And, I am guessing you are Harry, right? " I said, turning to the young boy.
He gave me a small smile and said "Y. . . Yes,"
"Nice to meet you," I said, in hope of getting anymore words outta his mouth.
Max patted Harry's back, rather hard and said "I'm sorry. . . He's just a little shy." then turned to Harry and said "Learn something from this young gal, she's how much, 18? And look at ya! You're what? 22?"
"Dad!" he said, obviously embarrassed.
"What? I didn't embarrass you, did I?"
"Yes you did Maxy," Abhi said. "Now, c'mon, let's play some cards while the kids get to know each other,"
"Alright," Max mumbled as he got up "Like you say," and then went to the next room with Abhi.
"So, how are you?" I said, as I sat down next to him.
"I'm good, how are you?" he replied, suddenly interested in the conversation.
"Hmm. . . I see you can be really interesting without Max around," I said, smiling at him "I'm good by the way,"
"Umm. . . yeah, sort of," he said, scratching his neck.
"So, do you work?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said "I work at a coffee shop in the morning on Mondays and Wednesdays and at a bike repairing shop on the rest of the days, Sundays are off though,"
"Hmm. . . interesting,"
"Aa. . . you know I like repairing and making bikes. I like to add new things to bikes. . . gears and all, and I wish to become a mechanical engineer, "
"Wow. . . " was all I could say "I suppose you will take me to a bike ride someday,"
"Sure " he smiled.
"You know I always liked bikes and all this stuff, but back there in Ari, mom used to take me everywhere since I didn't get my driver's permit, but I have it now. . . so you might even teach me how to ride bikes, would you?"
"Sure," he beamed "I'd love to!"
Harry was nice, I have to say. We exchanged phone numbers and even decided to meet next week where he could show me his bikes collection. Can't say about Max, though. But he seemed nice, as well.
So, they went after dinner and I had enough time to finish up my homework. And Abhi agreed to let me go on Sunday though he had some concerns, you know, big brother concerns. He said that I could go if I wasn't planning on getting drunk and stuff, which, fortunately, I wasn't, for a long way into the future.
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"How about Riley's?"
"No!"
"Or. . . Target?"
"I said, no!"
"Maybe, The Dressmaker?"
"For the nth time, Nikki, I am not going shopping!" I nearly shouted into Nikki's ears. She was pursuing, or should I say, trying to pursue me to go for shopping with her and Lara for our trip on Sunday.
"How 'bout Forever 21?" suggested Lara.
"How about nowhere?" I said sarcastically.
"C'mon!" said Sam. Oh and yeah, Sam and Eric are also planning to go with us. "Don't fuss about it,"
"You are guys," I said "I thought, at least you would support me!"
"We would," said Eric sitting on the table "But we got these awesome tickets to the Virtual World, but before playing games, these we gotta shop at Forever 21, and no questions Nikki, we really gotta shop there, it's a requirement."
"Yeah," said Sam, nodding "And a shopping of $5000. And we thought that if we went to store with a thousands of dollars, we'd end up buying crap, which we won't even wear. So, we thought that maybe you guys would go. We'd pay the bill though."
"C'mon Shreya! Let's help some poor souls!" pleaded Nikki.
"Okay," I said, lighting up Nikki and Lara's face "But, one condition,"
"What?" asked Lara.
"Eric, how many tickets do you have?" I asked.
"Three," he said "And we were thinking of inviting Mark cuz-"
"No Mark," I said "I want that third ticket," I said, folding my arms.
"Done!" Sam and Eric chimed in unison.
"Guess that's solved then," said Lara, happily.
"Remember your promise, Houston, and you too, Watson, " I snapped.
"Sure, Malhotra!"
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It rained heavily during lunch time today. So by the end of the day, most of the roads were blocked, though the rain stopped. So, we all had to wait before we could go home by driving.
Kids were allowed to stay in the school until the roads opened. But as I love rain, I stood out next to my car reading my copy of Jane Eyre.
It's drizzling lightly but it doesn't matter. The flowers growing on the roadside seem to be about this fact. Through the corner of my eye I can see Daya and his supposed cousins sitting on the sides of their convertible. I guess they bring three cars. Purvi and Sachin come in the convertible, Ishita and Dushyant in those sort of cars that you see in the advertisements and Daya in a stylish Porsh.
Those brown eyes. . . I'd kill for them. Today he was wearing a pair of black jeans and a grey beanie, and looked stylish as usual. I couldn't help but stare at him.
I should really learn to stop staring at him or one day, I'd be caught.
So, I started to read my copy of Jane Eyre to stop myself from staring at him.
Thank you, Charlotte Brönte.
And then I reached my favourite scene, the fire scene. My favourite in the entire book. I like to read this scene uninterrupted.
Suddenly, I felt some car screeching on the road, it was an irregular one. I also heard some mutter a few curses and someone shouting 'Move away!' But it was all very distant to me. There was only one thing I was focusing one, my book.
Jane. And Rochester.
Until the shouts grew and the sound of a car honking grew louder, I turned, only to met by a red coloured pick up truck advancing towards me at a very fast rate, less than a foot closer to me.
My eyes opened wide. I didn't know what to do, I was scared. Frightened. I had seen these kind of scenes in movies and always thought about those people as stupid as if I were in their place, I would've simply moved away. Not stay glued like that.
Now I know, why they don't.
My heart was beating fast, my head was swirling, the stomach was twisting into knots, my legs and arms were trembling. I was hoping for some kind of angel to come from heaven after this and pick me up and take me to heaven.
Not knowing what to do, I just did what I had seen people seen doing in the movies. I closed my eyes (Cheesy, I know). And waited for the impact on my body. There was no escape.
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But I didn't feel the impact at all. Instead, I felt, a cold, yet strong hand against my waist and forced my body to push me down. And I heard a loud 'BANG!'
I could hear people shouting my name and coming towards me. I could hear the sound of the engine stopping as the hand extended towards me head.
But my eyes were fixed on my saviour's deep, brown eyes. His expression was not the one I had usually seen, his face was full of fear—yes, a fear of losing me. None of us blinked even once during all this.
I looked at him for another moment. Then, he snapped his eyes and so did I. He glanced at me one more time, maybe to make sure that I was okay. And then, jumped on the hood of my car and ran into the forest. Yes, he left.
Just like that.
Without saying a word.
Then, I felt myself being pulled up Eric. And questions by other people
"Are you okay?"
"Shreya! Can you hear me?"
"I'm calling 9-1-1,"
"Are you alright?"
And I discovered that the truck's driver was Mark.
"I'm sorry Shreya." he said, he was bleeding "I tried to control it, but it was outta my hand,"
But my mind was somewhere else. Suddenly, I wondered how come he stopped such a big truck. And my eyes darted towards the lower part of the truck. And there I saw it.
A big dent.
It wasn't possible. He couldn't do it with his one hand, darn! he couldn't do it with both of his hands!
And, the biggest question. How come he reached near me so fast. I remember that he was across the dividing road and there was no way on Earth, on Hell or in Heaven that he could've reached me that fast!
I surely am imagining stuff these days. But, it as Daya. I am sure. How? Not my question to answer.
More and more people were surrounding me as the mintues passed. Then I glanced towards the Shettys. They were looking at the path where Daya went.
If I were them, I would've been happy, proud that my brother saved a life. But they were looking rather. . . angry?
Yes, I could literally see Ishita's blood reaching her head and Sachin and Dushyant's muscles tensing and Purvi calling someone hurriedly over the phone. Might be Daya. . . or Dr Shetty. I don't know.
All I knew was. . .
Daya saved my life. He did.
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Signing off...
Yours.
Blair :-)