Lucy Hale as Shanaya Halis.

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"We live a life of : 'Almost'!!"

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Chapter 1 : My Life!!

Shanaya's P.O.V.

Taking deep breaths and with my rapidly beating heart, I was running as fast as fast I could behind the damn bus. My legs were tired and my spectacle was slipping off from my nose because of the amount of sweat on my face, thanks to this morning unwanted exercise.

Extra night shift does make a lazy person like me woke up late in the morning and as a result, I am late today also. Talk about being punctual.

"Hey, stop the bus", I was shouting at the top of my lungs waving a hand in the air still running behind the bus but that idiot bus driver didn't pay any mercy to my pleas and just drove away.

Idiot!!

Fully exhausted, I came back to the bus stop. Inhaling deep breaths, I sat down on the bench and placed a hand on my heart. It took me five minutes to get my rapid breath even. I drank some water and waited for another bus to arrive.

My mobile rang all of a sudden. I glanced at my watch and looked at the time. Sighing, I opened my bag and took out my mobile. As expected it was a call from my only and best friend, Aaliya Gomez.

My mobile screen displays the name, "My Bae" which was saved by Aaliya only because she believes that she's special and special people always have a nickname. She had saved my name with "Only yours" on her mobile. She can be weird sometimes.

"Hello", I said and took a deep breath.

"Don't Hey me. Where are you? I am waiting for you from past thirty minutes", Aaliya grumbled.

Did I tell you she had some major anger issues?

"Calm down Aaliya. I missed my bus. I'll get another one and will be there soon", I tried to convince her. Keyword, 'Tried'.

"You better be or I'll kill you with my own hands", She warned me. I just rolled my eyes.

"Okay. See you soon, I replied and hung up. I kept my mobile back in my bag.

Last night, I have to work for two extra hours because of less staff at the office. I don't mind working for extra hours as I got extra pay for that. I can't say No to some extra money now, can I?

Answer is NO!!

But late night shifts and overwork gave me less time to sleep. As a result, I find it impossible to wake up on time for my college today morning.

Another bus arrived at the stop and with other people, I too got in and luckily found a vacant seat near the window. I sighed thankfully and sat down and enjoyed the view outside the window.

I work at a Call Centre on the night shift as in the morning, I have a college to attend. I live with my mom and my job is the only source of survival for me and my mom.

My mother, Mrs Stella Halis is a patient of hypertension since last ten years. Her health is not getting any better but worsening as the days are passing. Her poor health is my major concern.

After my father's death, my uncle, James Petrakis, my mother's brother offered a hand of help to us. Albeit, in reality, he made our life a living hell in the name of his so-called support. He deceived us and seized our property. We're home arrest at his place and also his all time servants.

After living a life without any worth living for two years, my uncle died because of over-consumption of alcohol. His wife kicked us out of her house the same day. We were homeless in a span of second time. Still, I thanked God for taking away that devil away from our lives.

It took us some time to have a normal life but from then, I am working for the survival of both of I and my mom. At least, I'm happy to be an independent girl than being anyone's servant.

My stop came and I moved out of the bus. My college had a five-minute walking distance from the bus stop. I increased my pace to reach college as soon as possible. I saw a small kid walking towards the bus stop holding the hand of his mom. He looked at me and as soon as I passed him a smile, he blushed and hid his face behind his mom's muffler. I laughed internally and after passing that lady a smile, I walked past them. I do look back at them and sighed.

I don't have any affectionate relationship with my mom like that kid. After my father's death, she had been changed a lot. She's used to of beating me for every small mistake, sometimes to relieve her frustration, she just beat me uselessly. Her hatred effects me way too much but how much I dislike it, I can't leave her as she is my mother and I've no one except her in this world which is said to be mine. Also, with this poor health, she needs someone to take care of. I just want her to be happy always.

Busy in my thoughts, I reached my university whilst counting my footsteps. The university in which I study is one of the popular and costly universities of Manhattan.

I got admission here from the scholar's batch because duh huh, I ain't rich. Alaiya's dad is the trustee of this college so I don't have to pay any sort of tuition fees also but I had promised him to pay him all his debts once I will be able to earn that much income with interest.

I might be financially not that stable but just like anyone, I do have some principles in my life. I never ever will allow anyone to owe me. This is my life's motto which I have got from my dad. One day I'm gonna make him proud of me.

At times, I wish that if only he would've been alive, my life would've​ been​ like any other ordinary girl. A bit easy and happy going without any tension. Though, we can't change the fate. This is life. It can't stop for anyone and you've to keep moving.

And I'll keep surviving!!

I entered the college premises and was heading toward my building looking downward at my footsteps because I'm least interested in having any eye contact with anyone. Yeah, talk about lack of self-confidence.

I'm living example of that!!

I was about to reach my building only when someone decided to hit me from behind. The effect of the push was so strong that my reflexes couldn't hold me and I fall down right on the floor along with my belongings.

"Shit", I cursed as I fall down sideways. Thankfully, I saved my face kissing the floor.

Now, if you think that I'm gonna fight with that person, then you're so wrong. I'm shanaya and I'm hopeless.

Cursing that random idiot who pushed me, I got up on my knees. I cleaned my elbow with my hand and patted my clothes to remove dirt from them. I got up on foot and patted my jeans. I picked up my spectacles and after cleaning them, I put them back on my nose. I quietly picked up my bag and my notes too.

"I am so sorry girl. I didn't mean to hurt you", a manly voice greeted me from behind. He walked and came and stood in front of me. I glanced at his branded shoes but my eyes refused to look up at his face.

Oh yeah, I'm a coward!!

"It's okay. No problem", I replied and placed my notes in my bag. He was still standing there without moving an inch. I don't dare to look up because I've never talked to any boy in the past ten years and I don't know how to even talk to them.

I am a reserved and introverted​ kinda person!!

When he didn't say anything for another few seconds, I walked past him. I clutched my bag tightly out of nervousness.

But again those same branded shoes stopped me. He came and again stood in front of me and forwarded a hand towards me.

"I never saw your before. Hey, I'm-", he said but I cut him in between.

"I need to go. I don't have time to talk to you. Excuse me", I replied icily not sparing a glance at him but to his palm.

Without waiting for an answer from him, I walked past him. I entered my building with my heart beating fast against my ribs ready to explode anytime. Why do strangers even talk to me? Why can't they live their own life?

I am a nervous freak when it comes to talking to a new person in real. I do talk with strangers on phone in the call centre for hours otherwise, but my confidence level is zero when it comes to initiating a talk in person and if that person is a boy especially.

I'm not antisocial. I'm selectively social!!

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