Making friends

“You could use a party, Mish. You’ve been sulking for the past six hours since you came back from school.”

This was my mom’s tenth attempt to force me to attend one of her insufferable parties. A fashion event party. Those parties would be my death sentence. The one time my mom was able to succeed in dragging me to one, I could literally feel myself dying slowly. My cells were depleting with every passing second. It could have been a painful death indeed.

Apart from the fact that I cannot blend in, I get to be in a hall full of air-headed humans. Humans whose beauty provided a means of escape for them. That is just not my kind of crowd.

I was so much in a bad mood that if my mom tried one more time to wheedle me into going to that party, I would lose it. Haven’t I suffered enough today?

“You wouldn’t even tell us what the problem is. This is becoming too frequent Mish.”

“Mom for the hundredth time, it is nothing.” I smuggled into my blanket praying intensely for my mom to leave me al