The Heroes

Crack of dawn, she, with her sleepy eyes stuck glue to her lower eyelid, sensed a force pushing her back and forth. She heard screaming. She was heedless to it. It was 6 in the morning, she was supposed to get ready for school. It had become a daily thing most of all now. Everyday the clock strikes 6 in the morning, their house would be no less than a wall street with the only difference, people shouting her name instead of I don't know whatever they shout at wall street. Her mother rolling her over and over again. Her pillow, blanket, and sometimes she herself were pulled out of the bed. A couple of hours of spent in healthy screaming over bathing, brushing teeth, breakfast, getting late, and everything that was supposed to be done but wasn't she was ready to take off to her school. She, the hero of our story, Anjali.

She turned 15 a couple weeks ago. Her birthday was much of a festivity. Being the first child and way too loved by her mother, people say she's her replica, but on  the other hand was her looks, just like her father, she had a cute, round over the edges and a dimply little face. As she grew, the sense of affection grew even stronger among the people around her. There were quite a bunch of people around her, two uncles & their wives and of course along with grandparents, they were about a dozen of people living together. And She being the first born equally loved by all. In fact she is someone who's everyone's favorite. Someone, people literally fight over. She from the day she was born became the most pride possession of her family and even her friends.




Like all stories things will go wrong here too, like all stories our hero will rescue too, then what's that makes it different. 
''Glad you asked''

Stay tuned to get the answer.

P.S. - You might know Anjali.

You might wanna read: http://ironiceuphoria.blogspot.in/2015/08/she.html