Nicole's Tales Within Silence : Page 3

A simple morning it was but not so calm for Nicole as for everybody else . Something was killing her from inside, It was neither excitement nor anxiousness . It was something she haven't felt in ages as she was getting ready for her new school's first day. Her dad dropped her to the school's main gate telling her that now the journey is her own and now she has to walk independently. "The word 'independent' is not as simple as everyone takes it" Nicole murmured as she entered and took a few steps to the notice board. "This School is one of the white house brother, such white, big and serious from all the corners ". The notice board read the class  schedules, She noted it in her new notepad and moved on in search of the classroom. The seniors looked at her with mere arrogance because she gave a much rugged look with black sweatshirt, blue jeans paired with white shoes in a place where mini skirts and off shoulders were usual to wear. She was confident enough but still something was killing her , went into the classroom with such perfection as if she knew the white house from ages." I was a champion in treasure hunting." she thought and smiled wide while she entered the class and sat on the first desk without even bothering to look at the class fellows. the class started with the first lecture of literature of Mrs. Martha R. Jones. Nicole didn't even realized how the time passed in that lecture. Then there was Mr. Raman from India for a calculus lecture. Nicole wrote on a piece of paper "time forgets to plus in calculus"  and giggled while Raman caught her laughing and asked her the reason.She showed him what she wrote and laughed again. The professor gave her the most haunted look and asked her to leave the class and meet him after the lecture. Nicole went outside and heard someone else saying " Sir , I find it funny too " and he was also kicked out. Nicole didn't bother to look at him and kept on rolling the stone on the floor. Then she heard someone saying "hey!" , she too said "hello" and as soon as she looked at him. she was stunned for a moment. A story with so many scenes played in her mind. she remembered him, He was one of his seniors who knew all what happened in her previous school . " hey, remember me? Peter. I was your senior." he said. " But then why are you in this class." she said broken. "I didn't mean to follow you first and I dropped an year after you left the school second." He told her looking straight into her eyes giving her brown eyes a Black tone of his." " you still speak making points , oh! lord pet " she stopped as she  called him by the nickname. there was a silence between them and then the professor came out. He asked peter to leave with a warning and Nicole to follow him . As Nicole followed him he said " Kid, after so many years I found a kid just like one I left in India. He used to write like you, was confident like you,and equally arrogant. Thank you for showing me Raman Kukkar back. " he continued " I know you want to know then why I sent you out , because we can have only One Raman oh Sorry whats your name?" "Nicole! " she said . " yes only One Nicole in the class and I don't want your very own style to be copied." He laughed and told her what he taught in the class. The day continued with other lectures but Nicole wasn't paying much attention. Mr. Raman and Peter (whom she called pet today) were playing back to back. His black eyes and desperate coming out and dropping school wasn't getting her clear. But she didn't realize that something wasn't killing her now. As if his black eyes covered the white and his hand kept on hers is making her fight the truth . " The truth" she exclaimed in her thoughts. " there is no truth and no looking back" It was 3 by the clock. the lectures were over. she walked past the streets knowing peter was behind. She knew his steps but she didn't bothered to look back and said calmly " I am disturbed , see you tomorrow? " . " okay. take care yo---u prec---iou--s. " he said hesitating but then all at once " you are precious nic. " A tear rolled  past the eyes. one from nicole and one from peter. and they parted ways. No, they had backs on each others side and none looked back. "Its the look of doom when we look back but look of love without seeing back" both said . And I think Love was lying in the common dialogues and the tone of black in brown.
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