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Five miles of tense, cranky-Isaac-pouting-in-hisman-cave silence. . One minute, the sky is clear, the sun setting pink and purple behind a field of baled handed him two round pillows to use to stuff the front of his blue polka-dotted dress. the bottom of my bob before brushing her own long brown hair into a ponytail. Polka Dots, Pony Tails and Purple Pouts [Amrita Anand Nayak] on wildlifeprotection.info *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Leena, Tia and Jasmine, each have a. Absolutely lovable chic-lit! Fast-paced and full of masala. Leena Tia and Jasmine are three wonderfully woven characters. Plus a whole cast of supporting.


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Polka Dots, Pony Tails and Purple Pouts book. Read 19 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Leena, Tia and Jasmine, each have a past th. Only Ever Yours wildlifeprotection.info - Free ebook download as PDF File .pdf), Text File . txt) or say, and her face starts to turn a rather alarming shade of purple. . Where? jessie asks, shaking her hair out of its ponytail and slowly down her tiny legs, staining her polka-dot socks and single file, pouting at us as they pass. Her lips are big; they pout a tad and she's nearly my height. Green-and-White Polka Dots is walking faster than Tan-and-Army-Green, and Red is the slowest.

The sub plots are also interesting and I liked the characters of Chris and Ravi a lot, they are cool in their own bizarre ways.

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The use of different places and cultures in quite unique and nice, one moment you are enjoying the lush green of Kerala and another moment you are busy learning to cook sushi and make Ikebana in Japan, one moment you are in bustling city Pune and another in the plush greenery of an Haryanvi village.

The book also brings to forefront certain social issues like inter-caste marriages, unwanted pregnancies, honour killings etc. All in all, the book has all the masala of a typical Indian drama and I am sure if made into one, it will be a sure hit among young girls.

Coming to things which could have been better, I feel that the book should have been a little longer because at many places it seemed that situations and events ended or begun rather abruptly. I strongly believe that more space should have been dedicated to these characters and their emotions so that they would not be lacking depth. In the end, I would Amrita a very best for all her future works for I sincerely believe the book has a very strong storyline which can be turned into a good Television Drama targeting the younger generation I hope the producers are reading..!!

Your e-mail address will not be published. They are young, energetic and vivacious, Lively, cheerful, at the same time a little flirtatious. Spiced with boyfriends, breakups and office rumours, This story of theirs is of friendship, love and good humour.

Leave a Comment. None of the PSPs understands sarcasm.

Maybe something in white? Stream Fashion TV. I need some inspiration after the holidays. A catwalk appears on the screen, a long strip of wood suspended mid-air in a black vacuum, pounded by a torrent of fashion models. They have been designed primarily for this purpose, hundreds of them falling off the factory line with their gaunt bodies and featureless faces. White looks good with my skin tone. I picture megan in something similar, her complexion turning like gone-off milk, and I feel a brutal thrill.

That ones perfect. On my VoiceCommand the screen freezes on a model wearing a sheer white round-neck tee embroidered with appliqu lace flowers, a white lace skirt falling in ruffles to knee length.

Is that OK?

I will request the appropriate items from the fashion closet now. Step into the changing cupboard. The screen snaps back into a mirror. S41 Delicate Iced Chocco hair. Thats me.

gripping, accomplished and dark

Thats what people see when they look at me. I peel off my nightdress and throw it into a trapdoor implanted in the wall underneath the vanity table. The cupboard opens, beeping loudly until I step in, the steel trap closing like a greedy mouth around me. You have gained weight. The voice fills the cupboard.

You are now I will recommend in your weekly report that you are to take extra kcal blockers until your weight stabi- lizes between pounds and pounds.

Do I have to take more? I hate the kcal blockers, which always leave me doubled over with stomach cramps. I guess I should be grateful theyve improved since the early days when exploding colons were reported. Its embarrassing. You are the only person who is informed of your medica- tion requirements.

I snort rudely at this. In theory, yes, our prescriptions are private, but nothing stays that way for long in the School. By break- fast my sisters will know that Im weak, that Im greedy, that I cant control myself. And I thought I had been a good girl last week. The lasers crackle to life, scraping against the steel walls of the cupboard as the infrared hoop descends from the ceiling, tickling as it inches down my body.

The box then inhales, a whooshing gulp of air, sucking up any dirt and pumping it. The lasers rise again, spraying make-up on to my naked skin, and gently pulling my hair into a bun at the nape of my neck. We are only allowed to use this machine twice a day, in the morning and at bedtime. Its too expensive, chastity-ruth says, so the maintenance of hygiene and make-up is our own responsibility during the day.

Within two minutes Im spat out, todays outfit and matching accessories left in the open trapdoor at the base of the wall. I grab them, the portal disappearing as soon as I do so. This doesnt look like it did on the model. I pull at the faded T-shirt, the floral embellishment crumpling beneath my fingers.

It was as close a match as I could find within the Schools fashion closet. Back in my cubicle, I examine my body from every angle in the mirrored wall, swallowing disgust.

Lets go. Its freja at the doorway, her collarbones spiky in a beige crocheted top and canary-yellow skirt. Im ready, I say, pushing my feet into the faux snakeskin slingbacks and falling into line, hurrying to catch up with daria in front of me.

The dorm is bursting with the sound of thirty pairs of high heels scraping against the black and white diamond tiles. We march together in silence, the same as we do every morning.

Outside the main entrance of the dormitory, a free-standing fotobooth has been reassembled for the start of the new term. Why is she pleased? Did she take the perfect foto?

A better foto than mine will be? Turn partially to the camera, one foot in front of the other. Weight on the back foot. Left hand on hip. Dazzling smile. There is a flash of light, my foto uploaded instantly to the School website for the Euro-Zone Inheritants to judge, determining my opening ranking for the year. Im left in the darkness. I should leave, but just for a moment I want to stay in here.

I want to hide, fold into the shadows and become invisible so no one can look at me any more. I hope the foto was perfect. Our new classroom, freja announces, throwing her arms wide open.

I waited in the Nutrition Centre for her to finish pretending to eat her breakfast so we could go to class together. I didnt want to walk in alone. Its so different, I say drily. Like last year, and all the years previous to that, the majority of our classes will be held in a large room painted entirely in black, the obsolete windows boarded up with black wooden panes.

The wall at the front of the room is sheeted in mirrored glass from floor to ceiling. In front of that is the chastitys desk, a weathered oak with dull brass knobs, two upstanding glass boxes flanking it, one on either side. Rows of tiered seating and desks with mirrored tops are squeezed into the centre of the room, a narrow set of steps covered in threadbare black carpet running up the middle.

The summer holidays feel like a distant dream already. You look amazing! No, I dont, I reply automatically. We throw our handbags on to the broad window sill on the far side of the room before climbing up ourselves, the perfect position to observe everyone else coming in.

Dont take all day, cara jokes, brushing dust off her plaid cotton shirt and acid-wash skinny jeans as freja and I struggle in our heels. Once were sitting, freja takes out a pocket mirror from her clutch and scans her face, as if shes afraid it might have disappeared. Snapping it shut with a sigh, she leans back against the wooden board and tuts with disapproval as heidi walks in, her cerise halter-neck dress slashed to the navel.

After sixteen years in School, we have all developed a sixth sense for judgement. Totally, freja says, far more convincing now that she has had time to prepare.

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I love that skirt. I dip my head, smiling. Did isabel pick it out for you? She has such good taste. Where is she, by the way? They have asked me this every day for the past two months.

Her VideoChat has been off all summer. Shes not feeling well, I reply yet again. I dont want to admit that I know as little as they do. The twins, jessie and liz, follow her, exact replicas in matching turquoise playsuits, moving as if their limbs are attached to one body. Golden-blonde hair frames heart-shaped faces, aqua- coloured eyes staring vacantly at us. Wheres isabel? Her skin looks perfect. Shes obviously fully recovered from that allergic reaction.

Her door was still down this morning, jessie says. And locked. I checked. Are you sure? If jessie checked the door was locked, then liz was there with her, checking it too. Our doors are never locked. Weird, they say together, as if the rest of us are unaware of this fact after sixteen years in School.

She hasnt been at the Nutrition Centre, freja says. She has complained about the injustice of this at every meal for the past two months. I havent seen her at the gym either, gisele offers, placing a hand on her toned stomach. And Ive been at the gym a lot. Over here! She waves her over to us. Now she really looks amazing.

I look at her sharply. Is that supposed to mean I dont? Beautiful, I mutter, wishing I was lying. A thin sheath of sea-green silk clings to her perfect body, a one- shouldered full-length toga. Shes perfect. She points at us perched up on the windowsill and smiles again, her eyes watchful as cara, freja and I look at each other in unspoken challenge.

Finally freja, the lowest ranked of us three, jumps down, proclaiming she was tired of sitting there anyway. She springs up as easily as if she was wearing sweatpants and sits between us.

Her shriek pierces the din of chatter, causing heads at the other side of the classroom to turn around. Look how dark you are compared to me! She grabs my arm and presses it against hers. Isnt she so dark? Yeah, but your skin is beautiful, megan, the twins say on cue. I jerk my arm back and huddle it into my chest, grinning to show how little I care. And so smooth, cara says, rolling up the sleeve of her shirt to compare.

I got a full-body wax from chastity-hope in Beauty Therapy yesterday. A shadow passes over her face. I dont understand why we cant have laser treatment like the eves in the Americas do.

Or better yet, be designed without body hair at all, like in the Chindia-Zone, daria says, fiddling with a hole in her black crepe T-shirt. Hmm, yes, megan replies, her eyes drifting towards liu, sitting with christy at the other side of the room.

I suppose some good things have come out of Chindia. It was worth it. You look great, cara says, and megan tilts her head, accepting this compliment as her due. Where is isabel?

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Obviously our opinion is not enough. She needs to compare herself with the 1 eve, see how she measures up. Why wasnt she at breakfast again? I told you this morning. And the morning before that, and the morning before that again. Shes sick. But megans not listening to me, shes staring at the entrance to the classroom.

An ill- fitting striped T-shirt tucked into high-waisted flares only empha- size isabels weight gain, her tangled hair pulled into a high ponytail away from her make-up-free face.

She walks slowly up the central steps, as if the extra pounds of flesh are weighing her down. Heads are turning to stare, watching as she takes a seat in the back row on the left-hand side, as far away from the rest of us as she can get. And there we were, worrying about her missing meals. Ive never heard megan say anything overtly nasty about isabel before.

Ive never heard anyone say anything nasty about isabel. Quieten down, eves. At the sound of that voice the three of us jump down from the windowsill. The recessed ceiling lights are bouncing off her shaved skull, her ash-grey eyes narrowed at us, traces of prettiness fading away in her fine-boned face. We didnt hear her come in. Take your places. You may choose your own seating arrange- ments as a privilege of being in 16th year, she says, and we hesi- tate, fearing a trap.

Now, she says, her voice chillingly quiet. The others scramble for position. Before I would have refused without thinking, my natural place being with isabel, but now I dont know what to do. I wait for a second too long and gisele claims the seat, stretching her long legs out in front of her as cara pulls an apologetic face at me. I climb the steps towards isabel, burrowed into the corner of the room. Here are your new rankings for the first week of final year. In first place, we have chastity ruth clears her throat twice and takes a sip of water from the plastic cup on her desk eve I stare at the foto, her green eyes triumphant, as if she knew her time had finally come.

This is the first time in twelve years that isabel hasnt been 1. The Locket I dont dare to look up. Im afraid that megan will see my doubt and remember it. Im afraid that isabel will somehow see within me, see my secret regret that I wasnt the one who finally beat her, the embers of resentment over sixteen years of living in her shadow smouldering inside me.

In second place. Please let it be me. And I forget how to breathe. And, dropping two places, I see, we have eve in fifth place. My fingers tighten over my kneecaps, boring into the bone. I stare at my reflection in the desktop, willing my face not to betray me. My eFone vibrates against the desk, a foto of megan appearing on the screen. I crouch out of view to listen to the message. I can lend you some of my new concealer if youd like. Its supposed to work miracles.

I straighten up. Shes watching me from the first row, patting imaginary bags under her eyes. And, finally, in last place, we have eve , chastity- ruth finishes, agyness coming last as always. The tabletops shimmer to form an updated grid, our faces displayed in order of rank.

I half stand in my seat to allow isabel to pass, whispering to her, Good luck. She gives no sign of having heard me and fear prickles in my stomach. Is she angry with me? Did she see my momentary regret that it wasnt me who had beaten her? The chastity waits until isabel reaches her before escorting her out of the door, barking back at us, Make your way to your next class immediately.

Everyone filters out slowly, chatting loudly about the new rankings, a jumble of words with isabel, isabel, isabel like a drum beat underneath the chorus, until it is only our group remaining. I grab my bag and walk down the steps towards them, pushing past liu, standing at the edge of our seats. Bye, liu-liu, megan says sweetly, wiggling her fingers in fare- well.

Didnt you hear chastity-ruth say to get to your next class? Did you see? There are only twenty- nine faces. Shes right. That is weird, liz and jessie chorus, scrunching their faces up. How is that even possible? Its probably because of her weight gain, daria says. But christy gained weight as well, gisele points out. Id say at least 2. I wrap my arms around my stomach, trying to hide that extra pound of flesh with which my body has betrayed me. Not as much as isabel, daria argues, ignoring freja dry- heaving at the mere thought of weight gain.

There is no way they would want anyone in the main Zone seeing that.What are you doing? She turned and kissed her husband on the cheek. Look how dark you are compared to me!

I never took my phone when I went out with Isaac. It was closed up, dark and quiet. Or better yet, be designed without body hair at all, like in the Chindia-Zone, daria says, fiddling with a hole in her black crepe T-shirt.

Still, I decided not to make a big deal out of it.

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