Khahil, a middle class trying to fit in a private school full of all the rich and high class teens, sticks out of the crowd like a large pimple on a teen's forehead. Ready to pop! Trying his best to make it through the hectic lifestyle that is High school, he finds the whole experience getting difficult by each period. 

But by a chance of luck, he happens to catch the attention of a high class Avenue Girl named Cleo. And she seems to have a likening for him. 

Now caught up between what the people around him have to say about such an unusual relationship, and trying to make it through his last two years of High school. His life won't be the same as it once was before.

Avenue Girl

Her eyes were burning with fury, her nose blew out hot air from the core of her soul. I had seen this face so many times before to know when my Mom was really angry. 


"Where the hell have you been Khahil", she asks me. Trying my best to think of an excuse, I fail to think of one that holds that much weight. At this point I'm speechless, waiting for her lecture to grace me with it's presence. But before she can even begin to scold me, my Dad pulls her to the side and whispers in her ear something. 


"Fine", she yells out, "but only for this one time" 


 She storms off into her room in a fit of rage. I stand there wondering what exactly my Dad said to her to get her off my case. "You're lucky son. I convinced your mom not to punish you for coming home so late. Let this be a one time thing or both our lives are on the line", he says to me. 


"What exactly did you say to her", I ask. 


Message man