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you do something and watch a little gymnastics”

“I thought that was like watching monkeys jumping around?”

“Yeah, and swinging monkeys are very entertaining”

“You have an um
 unusual way of complementing, here we are”

“And what should I be doing here?”

“Driving”

“What? In this place? You must be joking”

“No kidding. This is where the drift kings here learn to drive. “Sit” he commanded dragging her to a sit in front of a computer

“It is too small?”

“Not anymore” he pressed a button to reveal an empty room only for a seat and car steering. He commanded me to wear funny looking goggles and as I sat on the chair I noticed three paddles at the steering hooded foot.

“Remind me again how meant to learn to drive with this things without a car?”

“It is called ‘Virtual reality’ or ‘Virtual space’”

“Oh, I’ve heard of it but never experienced one. My dad uses it whenever he teaches driving in his workplace”

“Yeah, I know a lot about your dad that is why I’m surprised you can’t drive” she is strapped with the presumable sit belt puts on the goggles and is whizzed away from the natural world and into a lonely road with her cousins voice which seems to be coming from the well car as the only trace of reality.

“Start your engine and let’s drive.” As the engine roared to life she stamped down on the accelerator and drifted with full speed along the road following the instruction on the screen and from the instructor.

“Not bad for a first trial”

“It’s actually not a fist trial”

“Hmm I was wondering if you were born with the knowledge of everything”

“Not really but I don’t have to practice hard; if I were to blow my trumpet, I’ll say really good for a second trial”

“What a show off, they say you don’t have to blow your trumpet you know”

“If the trumpet is mine I don’t see anybody who could blow it better”

“Show off”

They walked back to out and he did some boxing practice while she watched in amazement, he was really hot too bad he was his cousin or she would have dated him. Aunt Soma just had to go have a very sexy son and keep him a secret from us so like her very irresponsible.

“Hey stop drooling” Gab said walking up to megoo. She was so lost in her toughts she didn’t even notice he has finished practice. “I’m not and it’s not like I’m permitted to anyway”.

“I think you will have to appease some kind of gods for even staring at me with that look in your eyes”

“Shut up pretty face and what do you even know about my culture” he started laughing hysterically at the look of horror in my face as we got into the car to leave so she turned away from him towards the window as she got a glimpse of her face in the side mirror she started laughing too. And just then he barked out of the parking space and nearly ran over some dude who was just standing there waving. He sped off way too fast for me-goo to try and gather up herself to apologise to the poor guy.“I happen to be what you might call a genius And we aren't in the same level. I am just doing an extra certification course. And you should remember to address me as Dr. from now” She winked at him and his look of horror and surprise.
“Ah happen to know a lot of nerds and they are all annoying”
“Well you would have to endure that much longer or you move to your dad’s.”
“I can run but I can’t hide, I have one of you at my dad’s and I’ll still have to endure three here in school.”
Mi-goo found the classes very boring and slipped out to take a tour of the school by herself without the knowledge of her guide who has found some girl to flirt with. Walked on finding everything around the social science building boring, everyone seemed to be buried in books or talking about politics so she strolled out the block and decided to go to the commercial arts building. ‘If only the military didn't want her to get this stupid certification, she already knew whatever there's to the course anyway but no they want a stupid paper certifying her. She's had enough of politics and high usage of brain power, this is her break from it all, her time to be a youth like everyother 21 year old'. And then suddenly a male came hurrying in her direction and she was looking (making sure she didn’t appear to be staring which came easily with long practice) into a very familiar face she can swear she recognised from somewhere if she had not just come to London for the first time. He was muttering something and starring at her, they both didn’t notice how dangerously close they have gotten to each other until the collision.
“How rude, didn’t even apologize or offer to pick my books” she could hear him saying under his breath as she stood up, picked her bag and kept walking without a word.
‘How can he even blame me when we are clearly both at fault and he muttering to himself and staring like that? This place is full of weirdoes’ on seeing the art building her eyes lit up in excitement, it had paintings and sculptures around it and the building was painted with a riot of colours that form different shapes when looked at from different angles. She went into the fine art display hall touching the outline of every sculpture and painting as she was living the hall a particular painting seemed to draw her even though it was well hidden behind a stack of other painting it was a familiar feeling she had with some of her brother’s paintings, she searched out the particular picture and when she felt the picture come alive under her touch, she checked for a signature and date but was disappointed when she didn’t see the carelessly written “Dieby” and the tail of the ‘Y’ underlining the word. She hadn’t seen her brother since he left for art school, he had not sent any word nor had he returned for their father’s burial, she had tried on many occasions to contact him but to no avail. How every male she cares about tends to disappear with no trace first it was her friend James then her brother and her father had to die in his sleep, well if they are happy she is happy, her brother’s paintings is everywhere and her dad always talked how happy life after death is for good people and there can never be a better man that has lived, but for James she has no idea if he is happy well he should be. She toured the art building and signed up for dance and music classes which was like shooting three birds with one arrow; enjoying herself for singing and dancing where her hobby, filling work load and getting away from the boring social science building.
“Where have you been?” Gab asked the minute she got back to her faculty.
“I signed up for dance and music classes” She said thinking hoping the party king will approve.
“You didn’t” the disappointment evident in his voice and face. “why you would waste your time singing and dancing when you could read your head out in with the meds or analyse with the managers or argue with the lawyers anything but the freaking artists, ok if you needed a bit of exercise you would have joined the sportsmen and gymnast” And she didn't even notice a single trace of sarcasm in his words just pure distaste.
“Now who is being boring, the knack or party freak? You know, I’m just a whiz-kid not a nerd” She smirked.
“I just thought that you’d prefer those things and sports is not boring” He was now taking a defensive stance.
“Probably, if you enjoy watching people go after a ball, running around, swimming uniformly or jumping up and down like monkeys and even fighting”
“Interesting description, I think I’ll try watching it with your description in mind” the engine came alive and he backed out of the drive with such speed and nearly knocked down his step brother
“I thought that was the way home so where are we going?” Looking at him with suspicion.
“Don’t give me that look I’m not going to hurt you, but we are not going home just yet.” he made a sharp turn and came to a bouncy stop “Here we are”
“And where exactly is here?”
“Sports building”
“And what are we here for? Did you bring me to watch you and people going after a ball, running around, swimming uniformly, fighting and jumping up and down like monkeys? Or maybe to brag about your skills, is that it?”
“Well maybe, but no, no, no and no”
“Ok, so what?” Her voice fell a bit in disappointment and she pouted
“Why are you sulking don’t tell me you are disappointed?”
“Yeah I was actually hoping to see you do something and watch a little gymnastics”
“I thought that was like watching monkeys jumping around?”
“Yeah, and swinging monkeys are very entertaining”
“You have an um
 unusual way of complementing, here we are”
“And what should I be doing here?”
“Driving”
“What? In this place? You must be joking” Her horror was accompanied with anger but she reminded herself she was going to do normal youth things from now on well till her break is over an no nomal 21 year old goes around with top security or drivers or jets. She had specifically ordered for non of that but she was sure security was till on her and as long as they keep their distance she was fine. But driving was her dad's job he had promised to teach her himself and after one lesson he was gone so she had decided not to drive even though she already learnt it and somehow she didn't even need to.
“No kidding. This is where the drift kings here learn to drive. Sit” he commanded dragging her to a sit in front of a computer sensing her shifting emotions and didn't want to deal with her drama now.
“It is too small?”
“Not anymore” he pressed a button to reveal an empty room only for a seat and car steering.
‘He has gone couch on me, commanding me to wear funny looking goggles which I had to wear because all of a sudden I just felt I had to obey him or he will get really mad. And as I sat on the chair I noticed three paddles at the steering hooded foot.’ She realized for the first time that there is more to her cousin tgan just women and parties.
“Remind me again how I am meant to learn to drive with this things without a car?”
“It is called ‘Virtual reality’ or ‘Virtual space’”
“Oh, I’ve heard of it but never experienced one. My dad uses it whenever he teaches driving in his workplace”
“Yeah, I know a lot about your dad that is why I’m surprised you can’t drive” she is strapped with the presumable sit belt puts on the goggles and is whizzed away from the natural world and into a lonely road with her cousins voice which seems to be coming from the well car as the only trace of reality.
“Start your engine and let’s drive.” As the engine roared to life she stamped down on the accelerator and drifted with full speed along the road following the instruction on the screen and from the instructor.
“Not bad for a first trial”
“It’s actually not a fist trial”
“Hmm I was wondering if you were born with the knowledge of everything” He was being his sarcastic self again
“Not really but I don’t have to practice hard; if I were to blow my trumpet, I’ll say really good for a second trial”
“What a show off, they say you don’t have to blow your trumpet you know”
“If the trumpet is mine

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