Vandana started driving again, I’m moaning down in the car,prathibha: sindhu, see this bastard is now again starring at my legs, what to do?(prathib...a kicked me)sindhu: let us blindfold him prathibha! wrap his head with both of our dupattas (prathibha’s green and sindhu’s black dupatta) so that he can’t see and can’t hear.prathibha: NO sindhu, our dupatta’s won’t smell bad, before wrapping our dupattas we have to make our dupattas smell’s bad, like piss or sweat.sindhu: okay now what to do?. It was big and round and it had its own planetarium. I hated it. I liked school, I liked learning and I'd always been good at it, but I hated high school with a passion. And the feeling was mutual, believe me."Halloween already?" some guy said as I walked past, and his friends laughed. I'd heard that same line a dozen times already and it was barely ten in the morning.Girls whispered and giggled, guys just stared and laughed. Nobody liked me, not even the people who used to be my friends. The. I made up some half-convincing reasons, but there was really only one. I had to get away from him. It took me months to start sleeping normally again. I hadn’t realized how on edge I was at night. But in the dorm, I was safe. When I came home for Christmas, he picked up right where he had left off in August. He was rougher now, as if he was punishing me for being gone. Suddenly, sleep was a terrible thing again. Sleep was what brought the monster to my room. ******* Today was odd. I. Thanks for the invite." See you around." Her hands reached out to touch mine for a second, then let go. She stood up, and waved goodbye before walking away. I stayed at the table and watched the afternoon coffee crowd for a few minutes, then went back to lab.I have few enough friends; certainly not enough to turn a willing one down.I came in early Tuesday morning to prep a few things, and set up for the day. My sense of competition kicking in, I guess. Couldn't let a near-beginner show me up in.