"Who is your lover?", Nick asked.
"M-my lover?", I uttered, "I-I-I".
The loudspeaker interrupted our conversation
"Dear students, we have decided that we are freeing you from the trap of books for one week.....", the principal announced at the loudspeaker.
The students started shouting loudly with insane enthusiasm. I could not hear the other words clearly announced by dear weirdo principal.
"Can you hear anything, Nick", I asked.
"Nah"
All the students started dispersing and I was literally clueless about the whole scenario.
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That day was Sunday. The gleam of light from the windows is nearly ineffable. The sparrows often twittered and perched on my windows.
My alarm showed the time 7:00 a.m. I woke up with sleepy eyes and got ready for my badminton fight. I had an important match with those so called "losers".
I swiftly took out my track pants and my badminton racket. My backpack contained water bottles and some smacking snacks.
My maid was ready with her breakfast. Toast and jam. I narrowed my eyes and glared straight at her face.
She ignored me completely and settled my breakfast which I hated.
"You can try some new dish".
She ignored.
"Your food is tasteless. I hate seeing it. Tasteless. Tasteless. Tasteless", I urged.
My maid dropped the utensils.
"It's better you make your own food if you find my food tasteless".
I silently ate her toast and she created a sonorous sound purposely.
I set off and warmed up for the match. I did some jumping jacks and stretched my hands, rotated my wrist, waist, and neck. My coach called me and cheered me up with high spirit.
"Don't spare your opponent", my coach exhorted.
Murk Murk Murk. All cheered me up and I met my opposition ,my loser. He was nearly 6 foot tall and a white man with blue jersey and mine was red. Red, the colour of fire and energy. Blue tried to vanish my presence and fully tried to pour cold water on my red fire. Alas! He failed.
I opened the match with my smashing shot. He took a stab at defeating my smart move, he was a lame player with chicken movements. I enjoyed teasing his moves, he ran left and right, missed so many points. Was he entertaining spectators with his funny chicken moves?
I was suddenly stuck by the gleam of the beauty sitting on the first row, Rose. She was cheering for my opposition (that hard blue man).
My match was distracted by her grace. She wore a white shirt and blue pleated skirt with a clean white canvas.
I lost two shots and many points. I was leading the score but he equalled my points in no time.
This was the time for any sportsperson to do or die. He will win or my fire. My fire will burn him into ashes. No one can steal my Rose from me. She is mine. Completely mine.
I jumped to flung my shuttle cock and then fiercely swung my racket. The fired shuttle cock moved in rage with invisible speed and striked his hand hard. My opponent started crying with fatigue, his right hand was swollen with my blow.
That blue man was defeated and the battle ended. I defeated blue rebels. No one dared to defeat this dangerous red dragon.
My group blowed my back and said, "My fucking friend" and acted like a mad wolf showing pride to blue losers.
My couch patiently complemented, "Good job boy".
My Rose glared at me with her squinched eyebrows and clenched fist and then vanished like a dying star.