CHAPTER 6

"So, what do you suggest we do?" The suddenly calm shanaya asked.

"We wait, I guess. Wait until someone unlocks that door. Mr. Das usually gets here around six am."

"Six am?" Shanaya asked in shock. "We're gonna spend the night here. Just great," .

"It couldn't be that bad..." Iqra thought.

Silence.

Shanaya moved a chair in front of her and sat down.

"I figured if we're going to be stuck here all night, we might as well know each other a little."

Iqra looked at shanaya, a little shocked that she actually wanted to chat.

"Aaaaand, since you're obviously not gonna talk, I'm gonna go first. What's your name?"

It took a split second for Iqra to comprehend that she was asked a question.

"Uh, I'm Iqra."

"And I'm Shanaya," the she said as if nobody knew her. "So, Iqra. Why were you here late?"

The smaller girl grew uncomfortable and she fidgeted under the shanaya's gaze.

"I was using the computer to finish something up."

Shanaya looked curious. "Why do it here?"

If Iqra is honest about her financial situation, she would have said that she does not have a good relationship with her father Or should I say that she is a member of her family that no one likes.

So she gets only school fees from her father. So she has her part-time job which earns her money to meet her basic needs the things that are needed in daily life or essential things for school. Although she doesn't earn enough money from her job to buy a computer,so she works on the computer of the library.

Although she did not say these things to Shanaya, she simply said

"I don't have a computer so I was doing some work on the school computer".

Shanaya looked at the small girl, not knowing what to say. She is raised from a more than well-off family and isn't familiar with these type of problems.

Iqra looked at Shanaya and said

"How about you? Why were you here so late?"

Shanaya avoided the gaze, "I was just finishing up some work. Just like what you were doing."

It was clear that there was something more to why she found shanaya in tears. But asking such a thing is a guarantee to make the teen clamp up and ruin a somehow decent conversation.

"Well, I hope everything's going alright for you," Iqra just said, "You know, you're really lucky."

Shanaya's face twisted in clear distaste. She had her own problems, but complaining about them now would be such a drag.

"Yeah,"