‘No, no, this cannot happen’, shouted Mili and then dropped her rare pillow on the ground and the fall of a water bottle from the side table made her awake.
“Mili, get ready fast and come for breakfast”, said her mother in a tone that was enough to charge Mili to start her day with a sprang.
Mili started to gather her books, assignments, project material and stuffed it in her bag that seemed to be gathering many substances from decades though it was only a few months old.
Mili took one final look in the mirror for setting her frizzy hair that starts uprooting after a single stroke of comb or a smooth breeze.
"Why can’t they settle soon, this hair stuff makes me go crazy, I wonder how girls manage to wear good hairstyles, it would take another few years for me to master it", mumbled Mili to herself.
