Hello!! everyone. It's my first time that I am writing a love story. So, I hope you like it. A sweet note:- I have taken the characters name and place name from the book that I have read and some dialogues too. so you might find some dialogues similar. I hope you like it. And if any mistake then please correct me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My dad comes to wake me up. I'm not best at dawn and sometimes I throw the pillow and tell him to go away. "It's already eight, aren't you going to wake up!"my mum shouts from the kitchen. I walk to the bathroom slowly like a zombie. I took shower and went directly to kitchen for having breakfast. 'I have made you a nice breakfast, finish it.' my mum says while wearing her sandals. "Ok, I will. Have a nice day." My dad's a doctor and my mum's a dentist. My mum's name is Aarohi, she's energetic, loves to laugh, health conscious and cleanly type person. The type who wipes doorknobs cleanly, who has spotless laundry. Anyway, my dad's name is Arnav. Did I introduce myself? I'm Kiara... Kiara Mehra.
We live in Camberwell, one of Melbourne's trendy suburbs. Beautiful tree-lined streets. I've been living here from childhood. We are the only Indian in our street. We've got the Taylors, the Johns and Mrs Vaselli. Wouldn't have the clue who the rest are.
It's weekday, I have all house to myself because my parents are at work. I had my breakfast and washed dishes. Mmm... I have to do it since, my mother comes late in the evening. Then I did laundry. Late in evening, my parents came. I was in my bedroom, listening to music. "Kia, set the table." My mum shouts. My parents call me Kia rather than Kiara. After having dinner, my dad and I toss between the out after dinner or wiping the table. As usual, I go garbage. As I walk up to side of the house and put the rubbish in the bin, I almost didn't notice Mrs. Vaselli, our next door neighbour. She's sitting out on her front porch and I suddenly hear a harsh cough. She's a grump. If you smile at her she scowls. If you nod at her she curses you. If you attempt conversation she pretends that she can't hear you. If you ignore her, she yells. I hate being outside at the same time she is. I don't know what goes on in her mind. Ahh!!! I'm struggling to get the lid off the bin with my fingers all numb. I look over her and wave a hello because if I don't she'll probably tell my parents and then I'll get lecture. "Hi, Mrs Vaselli" I call out. As usual, she pretends not to hear me. I just hate her. "What's up with you face. Why you look so angry?" My dad asks. "Ahh!! You know Mrs Vaselli." "You should respect her, she is elder than you." "Don't start to lecture me again, Dad." I said him. "Here is you milk, Kia. Be careful it's hot." My mum tells me in a careful tone. I woke up as usual walking like a zombie. Took shower and went directly to kitchen to have breakfast. It was weekend, my mum and dad have off today. I started watching TV. It hit me when I was watching a Friends rerun for about nineteenth time...... ___________________________________________________