Chapter 3 On My Way

• (Myra's POV)
• Nora chewed her upper lip restlessly and uttered, “I don’t want to live in that household anymore Myra.”
• There was complete and awkward silence between the two of us, neither uttering anything after what she said.
• I understand her fully, why she wants to move out of here as soon as possible. You see, her adoptive parent's, James and Clara, both were good people and treated her well at least that was the case until she turned ten, that's when her younger brother was born, to be more specific, their only biological child. As the days passed by, their treatment towards Nora became extremely neglectful and ignorant.
• On her most desperate days, only I was the one by her side because her so called parent's were just too busy tending to their ‘only child’ wants. They didn’t abuse her physically but their act and the scolding turned more and more poisonous for her well being. Now that I think about it, that’s why she wanted to look for her birth parents. She must have felt discriminated and disregarded, by their awful treatment.
• I looked in her in the eyes conveying “I understand” and gave her a reassuring smile.
• “Anyways, it’s time for your class, toodles Ra-ra” she got up and without looking back waved at me and disappeared. Maybe, she is sad and crying and didn't want to appear vulnerable to me.
• I watched her figure mingle into the crowd, thinking deeply. ‘It’s good you can get away from that toxicity. I wish you all the happiness in the world, Nor.’
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• Two days later
• It’s the day when Nora’s going to depart for Kimberg but I can’t see her off as I have classes and can’t miss them.
• I am a straight A student who is on a full scholarship. So for me attending classes is as important as having exams. I simply texted her, “Dear Nora, you deserve all the happiness in the world. I hope your true family is going to give you much more than that. I love you, keep in touch. Have a safe journey. Message me when you want to talk about anything and don’t keep it bottled up and don't think about the anyone else but you first.” ‘Arghh, this is making me emotional again. She's just too good for her own good.'
• I switched off my phone, because class is about to start and the professor gets pissed when he even sense a mere vibration of a phone. ‘No one wants to have a demerit point just because of something so silly.’
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• After the class was finished, I packed my stuff, holding a stack of book in one hand and my phone in the other trying to switch it on.
• As I was crossing the entrance, something sturdy struck me hard, knocking all the books off of my hands. A nasally giggle shot my eardrums as I looked up to the person who bumped into me. “Ohhoo, if it isn’t the walking library of our college? Hehe.”
• Sally Winston, the person who hates me and that feeling is mutual. She always wants to compete with me but is every time given the short end of the stick whether it being in sports or in academics. I was always placed first and she cannot digest this thing. She's just jealous of me without any actual reason.
• “A walking library is better than a snorting pig, don’t you think so?” I casually commented.
• She glared at me, throwing daggers with her olive green eyes, “How dare you? Who are you calling a pig? Don’t you know who my parents are? They will -”
• I feigned innocence, cutting her off mid sentence, “I am talking about a literal pig but why are you getting so agitated” and smirked at her when she wasn’t able to retaliate any further. “Now if you excuse me” I pushed her to the side and walked off. 'Irrelevant people.'
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• Two Months Later
• I am standing at the airport entrance, waiting for my flight which will take me to Kimberg. Finally, I will get to see Nora after so long. ‘Eeee, I am so excited to meet her after eternity.’
• Two months back, when Nora moved to Kimberg, we used to talk frequently. She used to talk about her parent's a lot. But as the days went on, our interactions became less and less. But a week ago, I reached an email with plane tickets asking me to come to Kimberg. So, here I am ready to set off.
• I went to my house this morning to meet my parents. They were as loving as always, my people. When I told them about my trip, they were dumbstruck and were clearly sad, but didn't object. They only let me off when I told them, I’ll be back in couple of weeks’ time.
• “Kimberg here I come.”
• To be Continued . . . . . . . .