Tara Pov:
Life will give us hard time; we have to face it till we breathe. We are accepted the happiness the life gives us then why not accept the hard time.
"TARA, if you are not going to move your ass in 5 minutes then I am going to leave you" my brother Branson shouting his lungs out.
I am not a morning person. I hate to wake up so soon. Since, I am in my final years I have seminar to attend. My little brother Branson, huff sometimes I feel he is my elder brother. He is so perfect and I hate that. I love my family.
I groan and wakeup from my bed. Still with closed eyes. I did my morning business and got ready. I went down to have my breakfast but it s already late and my brother is glaring at me.
"Okay, I am sorry. I was busy last night" I said and took my toast
"Yeah busy in watching series" he said
"Whatever let s move" I said
"Bye grandma" we both said at the same time.
We live with our grandma and grandpa in Texas. After our parents passed away in a car accident, we moved here. It s been a year now. I miss them a lot. They are like a friend to us. My grandpa is a hero for us.
I drop my brother at his school. I am on the way to my college, my friend Darlina is waiting for me outside of her house. She wave at me when she saw my car.
"Hey girl, good morning" she said and hug me.
"Good morning Darly" I said.
She is like a teddy bear. She is my first friend when I join in this college. She has a habit of hugging everyone. She says it s a way to express her love for them. I never do that. My mom use to tell me about their culture and I kind of like that. So, I followed that.
My mom is south Indian and my dad is German. I look like mixed flavor. I got my blue eyes from my dad and look from my mom. I and my brother used to visit my mom s places yearly once. This year, we are going to visit them for my cousins wedding. I am so thrilled for that.
"Tara, babies are you ready for trip" she asked me
"What is there to ready, Darly?" I asked her.
"Are you serious? Girl, I have a list to pack and list to buy there" she said.
She is such a drama queen. I didn t replay for that I just look at her and shake my head.
"What? Don t tell me you are not coming" she said
"I am coming, but I don t have a list like you do. Do one thing just makes a list for me too. You know I am not good at that right? " I said and park my car. We reached our college.
"Yeah sure, anything for my babies" she said
I smile at her. We kept our bags in locker and looking at her call schedule. Our first class is computational Finance. I love Maths. Is that weird thing? Because my cousins use to say that I am weird to loving maths.
It s interesting. I mean I like to solve problems. We were going to class when my senior came to us.
"Hi, Tara" he said
"Ah, Hi?" I replied more like a question
"Hmm… Are you free today? We can hangout after class" he asked while caressing his neck.
Wow… he is asking me out. Should I say yes? But I didn t get that spark.
"Uh,hmm… Thank you for asking me. But, I am sorry" I said with awkward smile. I seriously hate to do this. I hate when I hurt someone unknowingly.
"Oh it s okay, maybe we can be friends right?" he asked me
"Yeah sure, we can" I shake my hand and smile at him.
"Why you rejected him? He seems to be nice guy" asked my friend
"I don t feel that pull with him" I said
"Maybe you will get that pull when we go be Russia" she said and teased me.
I rolled my eyes on her. "I don t think so, Darly. Let s go, I don t want to get scolding from Miss. Rosa"
We went to attend our class. Love is beautiful things and marriage is precious. My mom used to say "Marriage is fixed in heaven by god; we should respect that and love that person till we live"
A small smile crept my face when I think about my parents. They are perfect couple. I want my marriage to be like that.
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