Welcome to part two! I’m so glad you made it here. So this part has the climax and some super exciting things. So grab something comfy and read on 🙂
We started walking with our backpacks, the sun blazing above us. We kept walking. Though we just had our lunch, we felt exhausted. As we were walking we reached a bend in the road and noticed a silver, long car. A man was cleaning it with a cloth. We went ahead. This road, I thought, was pleasant.
The road stretched onward, hugging the land, taking each turn in easy stride. It had welcomed many suns, became silvery as it soaked in the rays. I let my eyes run over each hue, seeing imperfections for the first time, yet feeling that as details created by an artistic hand, they render it all the more beautiful. The road had beautiful green trees on both sides, which like a mother, protected us from the fuming sun.
Peculiarly, after about ten minutes we saw the same car in front of us. We thought it was strange. We laughed and went on ahead, the unknown road unravelling itself before us. However, again we saw the very same car on our side. We were walking on some other road and the car was alongside that road. We changed our path to get rid of that car. Although, when I turned back to glance at the car, I saw a frustrated driver turning his silver car towards where we were. Now a really alarming feeling hit me and I quivered. I knew something was strange about the whole thing. I told Riya about what I felt, but she shook it off lightly.
Owing to the fact that we were really thirsty and our water bottles were empty, we decided to go to a nearby shop to buy a bottle of coke. I’m seriously not a fan of coke, but at that moment I didn’t have any other choice because regular water cost more. We only had ten rupees with us and the coke cost fifteen. I and Riya exchanged miserable glances but the shopkeeper was kind; he said we could return his remaining five rupees afterwards. We sat on the staircase alongside the shop and after emptying half the bottle we felt sort of refreshed again.
Suddenly, I jolted back and my frightened, teary eyes said everything. Riya, almost out of surprise, asked me if I was fine; I pointed forth.
“I told you! Something is wrong with that car and its rotten owner! Do you still believe he was not following us all the while? Like, why would some car, even if it’s a coincidence, turn when we turned or be on the very same street behind us all the time and not go ahead? Don’t you realise we’re being followed by a complete stranger, on an entirely strange road?!” I went on, petrified, “See, see his nasty smile? Oh God…I’m scared.”
The door of the car flew open and a tall man (about 20 years old) with a pair of jeans and a red shirt stepped out. I knew I hated him from the very first glance at him. He smiled a very nasty smile; we tried to ignore him.
“I guess you were right. But don’t fear. A lot of people’re here. He can possibly do no damage to anyone unless they’re alone.” Riya said. I shook my head. “I hope you aren’t crying. Hey, don’t cry! Please, stop at once! I’m here with you, you’re not alone, Soha. Stay strong, girl!” But I couldn’t, because now he was taking pictures of us. I didn’t know what to do. Now, he was coming over to us as it seemed. I could almost hear my heartbeats- thump, thump, thump…
Why, why should’ve I agreed to miss my school? If I hadn’t, I would’ve been sitting on my comfortable desk right now, in the safest classroom with the safest people. Now I don’t even know if I’ll stay alive- I talked to myself. (I’ve this habit of talking to myself all the time.)
The man came up, looked at us, grinned, then bought some toffies from the shop. He went towards his car almost staring at us both.
I shivered.
I ran up to the shop from where we bought coke and told the shopkeeper about that man. Riya was furious, of course. She thought we could handle this on our own. But I didn’t feel like that.
The shopkeeper said the man didn’t look bad. He started to ask us why we were here and all. We faked stories and told him. He didn’t seem to believe us, though. He said he was going to call my parents to fetch us up. I agreed but Riya hesitated. Paying no heed to Riya, he called my mother and gave the phone to me.
My mother was of course surprised and furious. She told me to stay where we were and she was coming. I was relieved but..ugh..the thought of mother knowing the truth was horrible. She was going to scold us badly! Heavens, save us!- I cried (in my mind).
Maybe the man had noticed our rush and how we were telling something to the shopkeeper who kept looking at him suspiciously; he started his engine and shot off hastily.
My mother came in a while and of course ticked us off for missing school and doing such business. I probably was not going to do this again, but who’s going to convince this to my mother?
She dropped Riya at her home who was thinking of a convincing reason to tell her family about why she’d come home with my mother and so early, all the while. Hopefully, she did think of an excuse which I thought was great.
Oh, so that’s the end of my little adventure! Hehe it’s been two whole years since this incident happened but I still can remember it too well.
I actually forgot to write my part two (or to be completely honest, I was lazy to write more), but a friend of mine asked me about the part 2 of this story so I had to write. I really feel encouraged to write when people ask me about when I’ll be writing more. So thank you to my friend who texted me today about the part 2!! (He probably knows that I’m writing about him!!)
Hope you enjoyed your time here. Don’t forget to text me back (or comment) what you feel about this blog hehe.
Soha.































