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Kiran.kkb
2017-12-16 16:33:15 (UTC)

Being a Stalker

I am the single boy sitting in the class room with the girls around...
I do not know why i am still here but somewhere i feel someone will initate to talk with me. 6 periods have already passed on. My novel "what young india wants" have seen much of me for today...
My geography teacher gave us the time table for the upcoming exams and he beat the hell out of a boy and a girl. He said they were doing something naughty and oviously if a teacher would watch something like this he would probably beat the hell out of them. Still i did not liked how he pulled the hair of that girl. It became a entertainment for the whole school to gossip.....
I then meet a senior from class 12. Monu was his name,he told me how minu sir praised my name in that school and i could hear him say to others this is the same boy of whom sir told....
Now,i feel responsible. Everyone has some expectations from me, i need to up my game now.. I have to study well to make the people proud who believe in me. Yes everyone is praising me but i need to be down to earth now. I can't get carried away in the emotions.
As soon as i got out of school i called arjun and went to meet him. He came with his bike and i requested him if he could take me to puri gate... I followed a girl today 😂😂😂
It was an awesome experience doing all this stuff after so long.
Standing in the flyover and keeping and eye on her was something i never did.