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I was scared to death that night. I was just thinking about that unknown and mysterious voice. Whatever happened was real? Or it was only my imagination? I tried to satisfy myself by thinking it was my imagination although l knew that it wasn't. I tried to ignore the truth and went to bed.

***MORNING***

I suddenly heard a knocking sound. Someone was knocking the door and I soon realised that it was my "mom".

Zems's mom: *knocking and shouting *

Zems!!! get up faster or you are getting my special punch today for breakfast. I have been calling you since half an hour, Get up!!!!

As I slept very late last night, I was feeling very sleepy and I wanted to sleep more but my gangster mom was constantly knocking on the door. So, I slowly opened my eyes and replied to mom:

Zems: *in a low voice * " yes mom" I am getting up, don't get angry. I am awake now.

Zems's mom: "What!!!!!?" don't get angry? Do you know what the time is??

I grabbed my phone and checked the time *quickly gets up from the bed* "What!?" It was already 9:00 am. I was little bit worried because my school started around 10:00 am and I hadn't even washed my face. I quickly ran toward the bathroom. I was such in a hurry that I even didn't recognised that the floor was very slippery. " BANG" I slipped on the floor and hurted my leg.

Zems's mom: "What is happening up there?" Are you getting ready or having a world war there!!!? And what was that sound of??

Zems: It's nothing mom. I'm getting ready *ignores the leg pain*

I was being late for my school. So, when I got ready, l just ran out wasting no time. After a couple of walks I realised my leg was hurting very badly and it was because of that slippery bathroom floor.

Zems: *with an angry and frustrated voice * Ugh...... One more problem,seriously?

I was really very frustrated at that time. I thought of taking some rest at the nearby cafe. So, I went to the cafe. My leg pain was getting worse but I ignored it as always. Every time when I'm hurt I just ignore it because I hate to show myself weak or act as a victim to other. I was always the weirdest and silent one since childhood. I used to stay alone all the time and was silent as if I wasn't present. Nobody wanted to talk to me. I was the loneliest one. So I used to express my feelings through art. Since then my interest in arts grew and later became my passion without which I cannot imagine my life.

Suddenly someone tapped gently on my shoulder. In no time, I stood up and started to turn red.

Unknown person : * in a soft voice * Hey, boy. Are you OK? Do you need any help?

Wait!! that voice is familiar. I turned around and it was that yesterday's music teacher "Rhythm".

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