Imperfect Introvert

Chapter-4 : A YEAR Without Internet

Amanda

It has been a lot of years since we are living as an independent country but independence is far away from my life.

I mean I need to be escorted to the tuition nearby which is like five minute distance from our apartments with my mother.

What does dad think about me??

Someone would kidnap me in just travelling a mere five minute distance?

I can understand he loves me and cares about me but this is shit, he is bloody too possessive for me too even survive properly..

I am not allowed to leave the apartment alone, I am not allowed to play in the gym more than an hour, I am not allowed to call any of the male gendered person on my birthday, I am not allowed to breathe.

On the other hand, he often asks me to be independent, learn how to cook, behave like a grown up...How am I supposed to do all that when I am not even allowed to leave the house alone at the age of almost seventeen.

I am sick of my father's over possessiveness.

My parents are so primitive and backward minded that I almost pity them. For years my dad had forced me to keep distance with the other gender, as if they would bite me when I move closer to them…

Hello..You are from the same gender remember?? If grandpa would've told mom to stay away from the other gender, how the hell you would have met her??

Actually that would have been better, it could have saved three lives, dad’s, Andrew’s and mine.

Yup, you could call me a crybaby, always moaning about this or that when there are bigger problems like hunger and poverty and whatnot…

But well I am still a sixteen year old girl what do you expect of me??

Anyways, due to this possessive problem because of which I have been deprived of male company, I always tend to had girls as friend.

At first it was alright, then came the bloody puberty and what we all call as the ‘age of adolescence’.

These unruly hormones and their repeated change, which somehow made me realise that the other gender could not be ignored anyhow.

But it was a little too late as the word  ‘friend’ for the male gender had changed into the term ‘girlfriend’.

I didn't even realise when from the word “cute” with which I was associated very often changed into “ugly”.

Day after day I lost my confidence and fell greater into the mouth of depression.

As a matter of years I was only a mere medium for enjoyment in your so called “thin” or in my eyes malnourished people.

Puberty was not helping out either, moreover it was making matter worse, when suddenly the other gender became so bloody attractive.

Another few years and I was left with no one to be called as a best friend in the other gender species.

As much as the need for the other gender grew, I was left only with female friends.

Then to my rescue came my best friend Samantha and introduced me to this awesome game namely “Clash of Kings”.

I know, most of you would have played “Clash of Clans” but this was a great game in itself.

The best part was I discovered was that it had an world chat window, which comprised of millions of people, ready to have a nice chat.