I was never pampered.Not ever.And its not a *rant*.You trust me,right?its not.Or maybe..
I'm a lone child.No siblings.I still wasn't pampered.*sigh*.
I was nobody's princess.I certainly wasn't.My parents love me.They totally do.But their's was an *am-not-coddling-you* sort of love.If i cried for something they didn't give me,they'd let me cry. My dad never praises me.If I did something that I thought was awesome,all he'd say was *good*.And if he is in an uber awesome spirit,he might hug me for that,but no praises came my way.My mum is still a little indulgent.
I was never the princess in my school too.With all humility,I will admit,I was one of the famous kids,the smarter ones,the well spoken,but I wasn't pampered by anyone.
And then,I came to junior college,and I spent the shittiest two years of my life.Being an ICSE student in a state board college,has its own pros,but it comes with a hell lot of perils.While on one hand,you have a certain section of your class who are awe-struck and who god-worship you,there is another section who deem you as the ultimate bitch,the snob,the show-off.Yes,I was assumed to be all that too.
And I rarely attended college,to be pampered by the professors,so no chance there.
I have two brothers,who I meet once in a year.I absolutely love them,they do too :),but they don't pamper me either.
Maybe,because I've done uber awesome things not to deserve it.I have..
1.Stolen their t-shirts,and worn them without their permission.
2.Worn their slippers,which would be dangling on my feet,never-the-less.
3.stolen their watches,and hide them for days.
4.Hit them.(Am horribly cute :P)
Now,there is this one guy,who can't seem to think of anything else other than me(his words).Maybe,I'm his pricess.Maybe this one time.
Chapter Twelve - Afterdeath
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