Chapter 82 

I hate nursery schools. Not because of the teachers that still haunt in my dreams, but because this fucking school stole my relaxation time! The bus drops Laila and me in front of the park that is close to the school. We both walk to the school gate, the chilly air pricking my skin. I should have worn a sweater. The only sweater I have. Courtesy of Udipi Adarsh. Though why is a sweater called a sweater? Does it make you sweat? Hmm. That might be the case. But my sweater is always thin enough to not even let the slightest comfort of warmth reach my body. 

"We are here. Eeeeee." Lai jumps and I look around to check if anyone saw ys or not. Fortunately,no one did. Who will call her as the nursery teacher? Poor children. 

"Yay." I fake my excitement, which is of course, clearly evident. Laila turns around at me and narrows her eyes. The way she does it gives the clear picture that she is Aunt's daughter. There is not even