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The beginning of my youth (Chapter 1)

Kiiara's home:

Kiiara who is recently passed from high school and going to enter college lives with her mom, dad and younger siblings Ann and Jazz. Her dad works in a bank and her mother owns a flower shop. Ann is in her sophomore year while jazz is in grade eight right now.

It's a pleasant morning and the walls of the bungalow were aflame with flowering bougainvilleas. A lot of hustle-bustle can be heard from downstairs. Jazz and Dad are discussing something downstairs. Mom is preparing breakfast in the kitchen, meanwhile, I'm helping mom with plating the dishes on the table.

"Kiiara go and wake up your sister otherwise she will be late for her school," Ma yelled from the kitchen. I rushed upstairs to wake Ann.

"Ann, wake up you lazy bum," I said trying to take the blanket off her body.

"Let me sleep a little bit more," Ann said turning away from me.

"Oh no, not again," I sighed and jumped on her laying just above her.

"Let go," yelled Ann.

"Only if you will wake up this instant, "

"Fine."

We both came down in the dining area where the whole family was seated by now. A plate full of croissants, omelette, toasts and orange juice were kept on the table.

"Good morning lovelies," dad said grinning our way.

"Good morning dad," we said in unison.

"Who is gonna help me with the plantation of new flowers today?" asked my mom.

I raised my hand excitedly. My mother had her own nursery where she would spend time with our siblings (that's how we refer to our plants in this home).

"Not me, it takes a lot my time to help you at the nursery moreover you don't pay me enough for it momma. Increase my pocket money mummy," Ann said expectantly.

Mom glared at her gesturing her to finish her breakfast.

I will help you to deliver the remaining orders after school ma," Jazz said with his mouth half stuffed with a croissant.

"Oh damn it hurry up we are gonna get late," Ann said indicating Jazz to finish his breakfast quickly.

"Ann language, your younger brother is here," said my mom glancing at her.

"Shit, I forgot to turn the fertilizer pot," said my mom getting up. We all looked towards her and burst out laughing at her comment.

"I'm going," I got up shooting a glance over the clock. Today is the entrance exams for National Institute of Medical Sciences. I have been aspiring to become a doctor since I was eleven. Yup, there were things which interested me but they were momentary. To become a doctor has been my ultimate passion.

All the best Kiia" cheered my whole family excitedly.

"Thanks, guys," I yelled back smiling and hurried towards my bus stop.

Just as I was running my ankle got twisted and I fell.

A hand came to help me out.

I held the hand and smiled back at Hima.

Hima is my childhood friend, we have been together since our kindergarten days. We are like the tongue and the teeth. I don't know but we are both appearing for the medical exams together. Sometimes it is baffling that our dreams are also so much similar.

Together we walked towards the bus that was waiting for us at the stop.

"Are you nervous," I asked Hima as I saw her shivering.

"A little bit," she squealed. I handed her a piece of my chocolate bar which I was nibbling on the whole way. As a sweet tooth, there is always some sweet lying in my bag.

"Keep it, It will help you with the nervousness," I said smiling at her.

Both of us wished each other luck before going towards our respective exam halls.

I started writing my paper when I felt my right hand twitched a little. At that moment I couldn't move, it felt like my brain froze for those seconds. I stared at it and supported it with my left hand thinking that I really need to cut down on my sugar consumption. Time passed by and it was time to hand over our answer sheets to the invigilator.

I got up and moved towards the desk to submit my answer sheet. As I was doing so it slipped through my hand and I felt my hands twitched a little. The invigilator bent down and took my answer sheet. I smiled towards him showing my gratitude.

"Gotta keep control on my sugar intake," I told myself.