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"A Girl In A Boy's School" Episode 8



(A Freaking Freak Problem)

I looked at Hans...overwhelmed after hearing the 'Ugly Truth'.

"I'm going to the only boy's school!" I screamed. People looked at me like I was crazy. But I am gonna go crazy! I mean, this is such a crazy thing itself...

I, Cerina Cecil, A GIRL! Is going to a boy's school.

A freaking boys-only school!I cannot believe this.

So many emotions were running down me. The first one was anger. No one told me. My mum, my dad, NO ONE.

This Hans guy who happens to go to this so-called awesome school told me. Mum didn't tell me. How could she!? I took my phone out of my bag.

"What are you doing?" Hans said staring at me.

"What do you think...? I have a lot to talk about with my Mum for God's sake first thing she didn't tell me that this school is only boys school and now I'm hearing it from a stranger guy who I met in the flight coincidentally who goes there.

Thank God you are here. And let me say, this really is a small world but right now, I need to talk to my mum. Where is the washroom?"

"You want to go to the loo?" He asked.

"No, I want to shout loud so let's just hope the toilets are soundproof," I said before edging my way to the toilet.

First the crowded airplane, then the crying baby, then the news that the school 
I am going to is actually a boys school and now a toilet with the size of a beanbag!

I went inside but I couldn't move at all.
This is such a tiny toilet!

It makes my bathroom look like a freaking palace!

"Shit! Dammit! I don't know what the fuck is happening with me..again and again I am being targeted by these trifling problems!"

I was blabbering in a low whispering voice when I accidentally hit the hand hit the wall of the toilet and my phone fell in the washbasin.

"Fuck! Oh no!" I got surprised but came to know that the phone didn't get wet.

I locked the door and looked at myself in the mirror.

I was angry.

My eyes were blazing and my hair disheveled everywhere.

I waited for my mum to pick up the phone.


"I'm going to an only boys school!" I screamed at her getting straight to the point.

"How could you not tell me, Mum...I thought you've changed. We laughed, we hugged, and you cheered me up but right now, it means nothing. I am on an airplane in a tiny toilet going to Scotland where I will be with boys. Just boys Mother. Just freaking boys!"

"Wow, that is some nasty stuff." I frowned. 
This wasn't mum. It was one of her friends.

"One minute, pet. Your mother has gone to do some shopping. She'll be back kind of late. If you want to leave a message, I can tell her if my memory doesn't back me down."

She carried on talking about how she forgot to lock her car and other useless things.

But what got me was my mum has gone shopping?

But I'm on an airplane! She should be worried if I got here safe.

Instead, she's picking if pink or purple sandals suit her dresses.

I sighed. "Just tell her that I'm okay and I'll call her when I get there."

I walked back to my seat.

No one was looking at me suggesting that they didn't hear a word I said.

I collapsed on my seat.

"How did it go?" Hans asked me in a low voice. Did he want to know?

"It went well. Do you have a ruler?"
He took a wooden ruler out of his bag.
I snapped it in half.

"I'll pay you back." He looked at me and smiled.

"You better. That was my favorite ruler." 
He said before placing back his headphones on his ears.

"That was your favorite ruler? I smell a weirdo here." I muttered half annoyingly and half-jokingly.

"Did you say something?" He asked acting like a completely innocent freak.

"I said to you- Ugh Nothing," I said before sitting in a comfortable position and to get some rest.

I don't know what's going to happen but I hope it's nothing bad.


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