Necropolis of Heart
Chapter 7
Author's PoV
The next day in school
Morning 6:30 a.m.
[(A/N): - It is the school which I go to. It's in my locality of Mira Road, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India.]
As Anna entered the school, she looked up to see the large school logo board that read in big bold letters 'R. B. K. School', owned by the Kanakians. She had only one thought in her mind. How is Ma.
[(A/N): - In India, we have many names for mother like Ma, Mummy, Mom, etc.]
As she entered, she looked at her watch. It read 6:30 a.m. There were 7 more hours she had to spend before she could pay a visit to her mother. Her first class was advanced Math. Believe me, math in 12th grade was a really difficult thing. But with her mind, even a primary student could do the most difficult question in the 12th grade maths book was a game. She was a genius. She was a multitalented being, lacking nothing but luck. Luck had decided to play a trick with her.
Anna's PoV
Oh! How I wish we had a free period. Our math teacher, Miss Susan, wiped out my mind, leaving a brain wash condition in our class. However, with my luck, that could not be possible. I decided to bunk the class, as it is I won't be able to pay any attention to whatever Miss Susan was going all about. As if paying attention would do her any good. That thought made me scoff.
After a whole lot of long, uselessly spent 7 hours, the school finally ended. I decided to go home to freshen up a bit then meet Yuvi. After that I'd go to visit Ma.
I quickly took a bus from the bus stop near my school and got to my destination. The bust stop near school to one minute to walk to and to the one near my home, it was a five minutes walk. Once I reached home, I noticed that the house was a complete mess. Great. JUST GREAT. Now I have two things to clear. One, my room and another, my mind. There was too much on my mind so I decided to read until I sleep after coming back from the hospital.
I look at the calendar hanging from my kitchen wall. It read 27th of June. It was just one day since Ma was in coma. I just wished that the three months passed by soon enough for me to not notice. But then again, with my luck, it was just something I could never ask for.
I just realised that I did not have an extremely important thing with me. Money. Money has a way to take things unto itself. I thought remembering the line from our Literature chapter 'Hearts and Hand' by O. Henry. He was one of my favourite writers. I had read his works in by school academic English Literature books. I did not earn money and did not have Ma's account information to take money from mom. There was only one thing I could do. Look for place that gave work to a 17 year old, unqualified girl. That was near to impossible since I was still hadn't graduated, but I guess my 10th Board certificate could probably do me some good.
I looked at my wristwatch. It was 3:00 p.m. already. I decided to go to Yuvi's place.
Since I was already late and missed my bus, I took a rickshaw to get to her house which was a good 4 miles away from mine. I only had 3000 rupees in hand. The rest was in my joint account with mom. Since I was still a minor, I couldn't access to the money in it, whatsoever the reason might be. That had really ticked me off. Now I had to spend my money extra cautiously so that I wouldn't run out of it before getting a part-time job. I could always ask Yuvi for some money but it never really felt right to really do so. She was already going out of her way to help me with the conditions in hand. I could not rely on her anymore or I'll be vulnerable. Again.
With time ticking by as I sat in the rickshaw, wind blew all over my face making me realise how tired I actually was. I wasn't able to get a wink of sleep last night with all the thoughts of Ma, money and my past haunted me. I did not want to go back to my old self again. But if I was forced to, if I didn't have any other choice but to go back to the past to save my mother, I won't hesitate to do so. Even if it meant making me feel like a body that doesn't have a soul. Or should I say...
a heart.
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