Priyanka gazed blankly out the window, as the traffic whizzed by. The cold December breeze dried the tears of joy on her cheek. Life seldom gifts a professional assassin with something beautiful to look forward to, and Priyanka learned to make the most of these small gifts. Dheeraj had asker her out for dinner, and this time, it wasn’t business.
She climbed into bed, and hugged the covers tight. ‘First things first’, she thought to herself, and set the alarm for six in the morning. After all, a room full of noisy 5 year olds eagerly awaited Miss Rosy Rhymes’ poetry class.
The End
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9 comments:
Alriteyy!!! so whenz the book comin out?
im sooo bloody gonna buy it!!!
OMG!!! i never knew my 5th class teacher cud really be a gangster*hides under the bed* m not coming outtttt!!1lolzzz
Brilliant girl!! wuvv it...
Yes....I knew it.
I just knew she couldn't just be an ordinary Ms. Rhymes.
She lives more than just one life.
A dual personality.
Nicely done.
nice touch Mani !!
er.. but somehow I missed out on where did the boy, who shot at Priyanka in the club, fit in !
@V:
Farzad must have got the news, that The Sir wanted to do away with him... so the guy in the club was posted there by Farzad.. since Pri was part of the firm, Farzad must have recognized her.. and the rest is hishtoryyy :)
omy gawd!!!
rivetting is the word!!!
u r too good!
hmm... fair enough !! :)
That was a lovely story about Simi..err..Priyanka :)
I loved the storyline, the writing style, the small details, the wry humour (lolz@ "You've been fired") and especially the ending - it is very well written :)
Will keep visiting.
-Shamanth
(Diligent Wanderings - www.dimaagkoshot.blogspot.com)
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