Ever thought of taking help from your enemy?

I am the only child of my family . Both my parents are working and I am a school student. Yeah if you can call my school a school at all

My parents went to their job and I was left alone in the house. They hoped I would eat my breakfast and go to school on my own as a self-dependant girl. They feel like I am able to do everything on my own . My school is 25 kms away from my home and a train is a must vehicle if you want to reach on time .

I ate my breakfast and hurriedly went to the railway station. The train came and I boarded in. Now the worst part is this train never had any seats empty . Plus on that day it was raining. It took one -half hour to reach my school and all that hour I had to keep standing. When the train reached the school,it started raining more violently as if it was waiting for me to get down from the train and torture me. I didn't have the umbrella because when stepped out of my house ,the sky was clearer than my answer papers that I submit in my exams.

I ran towards the school building and reached the hall and heard an announcement that the school won't be open that day due to rain. I don't know what's wrong with my school ! I have never heard any school getting closed due to rain until its flood. I came all this way to school standing for hours and my clothes were also wet while running to the way of the school and now the school says,"No School".

All my efforts went to poor connection ,I felt .

The school said we have to come again on next Saturday and yeah this was a Saturday too.

Another week away and Saturday came . Again same haste, same standing for an hour -half standing but thankfully that day was sunny enough so no rain tension.

I entered the school building and saw students were in a que standing on the field outside our school. I didn't understand at first what was going on. I asked one of the students in the line, he said he doesn't know but the teacher had said to bring a measuring tape at school.

" Wait, what ? are we going to measure the school ground ?" ,I asked .

" I have no idea . ", he said looking confused .

Now I had no idea that I was supposed to bring a tape . I didn't bring it .

I noticed the teacher was calling one by one in her chamber. And time came when my turn also came . I went in and the teacher said ," Yeah the measuring tape."

"AH, I forgot I had to bring it .", I said apologetically.

She looked at me as of I had made a mistake, "Fine, get one from that boy and quickly come here ".

She told me to take the tape from the one I hate the most . What can be more wide than this. I never asked any question from him even when I had no one else to cheat in exams, I left those answers blank. He was a crazy kind of boy, fat- fluffy -tall -ugly with a toxic mind. That hippo only wanted to fuck me and maybe that will my last day on the earth if he takes me to bed. He always tried to find excuses and ways to talk to me and be with me and get touchy. Now the teacher made it easier for him to name a way to me to talk. I took the take from him while he said, " you are taking help right? I will also take something from you anytime. "

That was a total cringe. What the fuck! Was he gonna rape me or what?! Yeah that was my first thought struck in my head.

I went to his best friend who also had feelings for me. And he was always there for me with full support but he want toxic and a psycho so I liked him AS A FRIEND of course. I told him my pain and went into the chamber in the hope that he would take care of that something that the boy said would take from me.

After I entered the chamber , now I noticed that the room was very dark as if there was a power cut. The teacher told me to take measurements of my chest and waist and my hips and then finally submit my height. Wait what, what kind of school is this. This cent more like a fashion show than a knowledge centre. I took the measurements and submitted to her. She saw everything was fine , only the height was not proper. I am only 5ft that's 150 cms. Yeah I know that's too short.

She gave me a book and told me to follow diet for twenty one days and she called a coach who would be in responsibility to name me taller. I went to the teacher and asked her ,"what is this for ma'am? "

" dear you will be sent to USA pageant for fashion show, you look beautiful than others so we choose you. Though your height is an issue but it won't be an issue for a Long time. Your Sir will guide you , do as he says. "

Now that was a huge line for me coming from the teacher. It was like it of 500 students, they chose 10 students and I'm one of them. I am never into any fashion kind of things because those complicated dresses make me fell uncomfortable plus eating restrictions which is tough for me.

I asked her ," can I get my name out of the list please?"

"No you have to go, you are our choice. No one else is fit for this beauty show off ".

Beauty is good you know, it's makes you feel like looked and liked by others until you fall into these kind of situations.

again I have to go to the crazy boy to return his tape and when he saw me he held my hand. But thankfully his best friend came and saved me by diverting his mind somewhere and I could leave the place.

The coach started to live beside my house. He woke me up every morning early and then nag me to get out of the house, do exercise and running and etc etc. I got extremely tired by the end of the day. Gradually I became leaner my skin toned and I became Taller. 21 days passed. Again we were called on Sunday to our school. Actually on that day we were supposed to go with our luggage because that week we would be staying in our school and after that week we will be directly sent to USA. All the girls and boys who were selected for the fashion show were extremely excited, it was only me who was not excited about this thing rather I was motionless. This week we had to stay in our school because the teacher would be seeing us and observing us about our bodies and personality and confidence and how much self dependent we are.

And we all passed. We were all sent to USA by next week and we reached there. That was a huge and a comfy hotel and we all had our own rooms. The beds were like cottons and pillows were like Flower petals. The tables were like prism and the chairs were as soft as leaves.

I thought to myself that it was not so bad as I thought. We were served with cocktails and juices whenever we wanted. We had fixed diet tho. I remember that fat guy was not selected. Still he came here with an extra ticket only to see me. This freaked me out because I hated him so much.

How would it feel if you hate someone and that someone is desperate to have you who looks like a hippo. It's awful.

However fashion show began the next week we reached USA and then i had to walk with beautiful itchy dresses which looks amazing but doesn't feel.

"All the best", said that guy.

And finally I won, I don't know how I won but I won and it felt good because they put the winner crown on my head.

That guy who was after me came to me and proposed me again, yes he proposed me many times before also. And this time also I rejected him and he cut my dress with a scissor that he had been hiding in his pocket. He embarrassed me in public on the stage by cutting my dress and people stared at me. Cops came and held him to get him out of the place. When the guards and cops held him, he moved his limbs like a violent animal like a wild beast. I got more scared and froze out of fear. He turned out to be a total psycho. He was taken to outside the hall when he escaped the grips of the guards and ran to the roof of the hall and jumped from there. All the people started screaming while he lay dead on the floor in front of me.…

Too much of anything isn't good. Too much obsession turned to be his toxic dead.....