Members: Bhavya, Sparkle, Charlotte

Sparkle: So, welcome the exclusive interview with Bhavya who is going to share her experience in American school today that is Monday.

Bhavya: Hi!!! Oh my…I thought you were fake but a real interview? Wow…

Charlotte: Let’s start all right? So, what did you say to Dav-

Sparkle:*cuts her* I am going to ask questions and your boyfriend drama is definitely later. So Bhavya, how did you dress up? Fashion needs first priority.

Charlotte: Can’t agree more.

Bhavya: Actually, aunt Amruthi said I can use Lotte’s clothes so I opened her wardrobe. I was like OMG! I literally loved your tops, Lotte. It took really long to pick up what I wanted to wear with MY jeans. And speaking of which, seriously, Lotte? Do you have anything other than skirts or shorts?

Charlotte: Nope. AND YOU DID WHAT? No one uses my wardrobe. You –

Sparkle: Continue Bhavya.

*Murmuring can be heard from Charlotte’s side*

Bhavya: I tied my hair in a high ponytail and left.

Charlotte: What? You have neglected a big fashion rule. As ME. I cant believe if anything can be more embarrassing. *Covers her face with hands*

Bhavya: Is she for real?

Sparkle: Actually, she is real because you can see her in the call. Anyway, so what did you do and how did you feel on entering the campus.

Bhavya: It was awesome. Certainly, bigger than my school. I opened Lotte’s school bag and saw a number with “Locker” written on it. Thank goodness I read American novels. I knew it meant Locker number. So, I went searching for the number and found it. You cant imagine how excited I was to have a locker of my own. Even it was only for a week.

Sparkle: Okay…So any interactions with others?

Bhavya: Yeah, as I was searching my locker people kept asking me why I was wearing glasses.

Charlotte: What? You didn’t remove those damn things off your head?THIS IS A DISASTER. What did you say?

Bhavya: Umm...Just like that. Because I got near-sightedness after watching television and reading books.

Charlotte:  OMG! This is a big disaster.

Sparkle: Man to kar raha hai ki tumko mute kardhu. Too bad I don’t have that option.

Bhavya: You know hindi too?

Sparkle: Yeah...So continue. Actually… I want you to narrate everything from starting of the day to end of the school.

Bhavya: Well, when I was busy admiring my locker, this handsome boy with blonde hair came and wished me good morning and..

Sparkle: And what?

Bhavya: And he called me babe. Is Dave , that handsome blonde guy your boyfriend, Lotte?

Charlotte: YES! Did he kiss YOU as ME?

Bhavya : Actually, he did …On my cheek ,thankfully. And he went off. Immediately few friends of yours started talking to me but I excused myself and started searching for washroom. I finally found and as soon as I did, I took the soap washed the spot where that idiot kissed me. Goodness knows how many germs are there in his saliva.

I only felt YUCK!

I tried to avoid him rest of the day.

Sparkle: Now that was funny. So how did you manage to stay cool with some unknown friends.

Bhavya: Umm…I only listened but didn’t answer. I did get a few information about them. And my! Those questions were embarrassing . Like why I wore glasses or since when did I start wearing jeans. Or else about my so called “Love life” . Those were the worst and dumbest questions ever. Apart from physics numericals that is.

Bhavya: And speaking of which these lessons were far easier than at my school. I wanted to answer but …well I didn’t know much about that …school or anything else so I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to get more attention. And I also wanted to stay under the radar. All tough everyone was practically calling or talking/gossiping with me. They never let me rest. And get this…Few people even wanted my autograph. I felt like a celebrity.

Charlotte: Of course, I am popular. And another thing…never answer the questions which teachers ask. No answering ! Do you get it nerd? I cant believe my own cousin is such a nerd.

Sparkle: I want to remove you from this call. Can’t you please shut your stupid mouth.

Charlotte: Don’t you dare talk to me like that.

Bhavya: Let’s finish with the interview, shall we?

Sparkle: Fine! So , tell us, how did you felt being popular?

Bhavya: Literally uncomfortable! You see…I liked being popular and getting attention and all. But at the same time, a lot of attention brought me a lot of panic. From the starting to the school to the end, every second , someone or the other was around me. Other than when I was in washroom. Everyone speaking , and me acting like a fool sometimes…and avoiding that idiot-

Charlotte: Don’t call him idiot. He is the best boyfriend you can ever get!

Bhavya: Whatever! *rolls eyes* I DON’T WANT A BOYFRIEND. So, as I was saying, avoiding that idiot, was a lot to bear.  As soon as I reached house, I lay flat on the bed , recharging my batteries and clearing my headache.

Sparkle: Hmm…One more question...Did you create any scene?

Bhavya: Well… I…

Charlotte : *eyes widened* Did you-

Bhavya: Yea…kind of. You see, during lunch, in the cafeteria, I was waiting in the line for the cake. I just love cake. So, I didn’t actually wait in a line but everyone gave way for me. I don’t want to recall how much panic I felt. Generally, it is okay if it is one person… but I adjusted to two to five people paying me attention…But it was the whole cafeteria …I broke into a cold sweat. So finally , I got into the last piece of chocolate cake, after so much pain… And I was walking to a seat where your friend named Julie was sitting. That too, over consciously, I was carefully taking every step but suddenly some guy came running as if in a marathon and collided with me. It was super embarrassing . The tray went flying in the air and all that coffee was spilled on your shirt which I was wearing.

Charlotte: What? How did that idiot look ? Tell me about him. How dare he spoil my top?

Sparkle: Ignore her. Continue your story.

Bhavya: And even the cake was on the floor. But that wasn’t the worst part. HE FREAKING ATE THAT CAKE. Plus, everyone in the cafeteria were staring at me. Even the people who were busy studying or gossiping, then their eyes were glued to me. I was like OMG! The only moving figure was Dave-the-famous-idiot who was coming to my rescue. But I think I had it enough. I was mega confused. And when I am confused...I… Well…

Charlotte: Well, what?

Bhavya: I…don’t know what I do.

Charlotte: What did you do?

Bhavya: I…lashed out at him.

Charlotte: Phew! I thought it could be worse.

Bhavya: Actually, it is. I lashed out at him in my mother tongue aka telugu.

Charlotte: You did what? THIS ..THIS IS A NIGHTMARE*clutches her head* Now everyone knows that English is not my mother tongue.

Bhavya: hehe

Sparkle: What did you say?

Bhavya: I remember every word of it. It is “ Are picchi mokham! Kallu netthikekkinaya? Einka adi sariponattu, na cake koda thinavvu . Manishi janmena needi? Kanisam sorry koda cheppakanda atla chustunav. Che! Asala annam tintava , gaddi tintava?” after which I walked away.

Sparkle: My! You must be really addicted to cake to go to that extent. Any way let me translate this for our readers.

Bhavya: Wait? We have audience?

Sparkle: Yeah. I thought I mentioned it earlier. Anyways the translation is “ You mad idiot! Did you go blind? As if it was not enough, you ate my cake. Are you even born as a human? You are staring at me but didn’t even apologize. Yuck! Do you eat food or grass?”

All tough he ate that cupcake in front of you.

Bhavya: Yeah…I am sorry I had to go to that extent…I usually never curse like that(those were curse words in telugu) . But I did it out of panic due to attention and also due to my precious cake.
And then , after realizing what I have done, I went straight to bathroom to control my panic you know, to do the yoga of deep breathing.

Sparkle: *looking at Lotte* Umm.. Charlotte , are you all right?

Charlotte: No! Not at all. I need a break. It is complete nightmare. It has to be a nightmare. Now everyone thinks English is not my mother tongue when it is.

*Charlotte left the call*

Sparkle: I think we will talk later. Or I need to add Charlotte again. Because I need to take her interview at your school.

Bhavya: okay.