Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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The sensation was absurd,almost ominious. The sound around was drowning , drowning into a deafening sound which was coercing him to slice his ears off.He felt himself falling into emptiness and the feeling was already giving him a cold feeling of sickness. The darkness and emptiness surrounding him seemed to be taking over his senses as he was falling into zeroness, gravity was pulling him downwards but he wondered when he'd hear the sound of his feet touching level ground . It was almost as if a black hole was pulling him towards itself and not letting him go. The whizzing sound never seemed to come to a halt. He was floating randomly into the empty space in this never ending vaccum. Every thing he had gone through flashed in his mind , his faded memories of his rough past. All of the torture he had faced, he was glad had ended, very glad infact. He had faced his destiny audaciously, he wasn't afraid to perish for it was written in his own fate, in his own destiny. As he fell through this never-ending void, he felt relieved deep inside himself and in the back of his head. In the back of a head which had served its master very faithfully.

And he was very happy and relieved indeed...

Chapter 1

The very first chapter of the story of four friends,once together,but later seperated,owing to their destined fate

Chapter 1

After a lot of speculation,the referee decided to award a penalty-much to the delight of the away fans who cheered fanatically ,reflecting clear chauvinism . The opposition who were keen to pull out an upset,hung their heads in sheer disappointment.The spectators waited for the conclusion and sat excitedly because this spot kick could've done it for them and their team. And the feeling was still sinking in...

The balding man, calmly placed the ball on the spot and breathed loudly, concentrating on where to place the spot kick. Between the sticks stood his friend who was today standing there to deny him .The balding man stepped back two or three steps determined to achieve what he ,the fellow teammates, the support staff and the fans had desired for.He could hear the crowd chanting his name loudly in expectation and going absolutely mental. His friend there ,front of him went through the routine his job was all about-attempting to send the balding 25 year old the other way .Placing his hands on his hips the balding man readied himself .And very confidently began his run up .With expectations rising and his confidence on a high -he struck the ball sweetly...sweet enough to send compatriot Paul Robinson the wrong way.The ball very comfortably hit the bottom of the net. Seeing that his teammates stormed towards  him, he- none other than Wayne Rooney sprinted towards the Manchester United fans as his teammates mobbed him. The United crowd who were suppressed to only some part of the stadium went mad, pumping their fists into the air and jumping wildly and waving the "KNOCKED YOU OFF THE PERCH- LIVERPOOL" flag. Ryan Giggs,Paul Scholes, Michael Carrick, Edwin van der Sar, Antonio Valencia, Javier Hernandez,Rio Ferdinand and all the other United team stormed onto the pitch to rejoice. The score line now read

                                             Manchester United 1-1 Blackburn Rovers

                                               Wayne Rooney(pen)         Emerton

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While elsewhere, four pairs of eyes where glued to the television. Only one pair of eyes registered joy and utter happiness while the other three pairs registered jealousy, hatred and embarrassment.

"Knocked you off the perch-Liver-fool" I said, my words ,I bet would be echoing in Srijan the Liverpool fan's head. I could very clearly see jealousy lurking in his eyes. "We will bounce back next season" he managed to speak

A Hypothetical situation                                                                                                                              

I thought and rightly so,Liverpool didn’t win the League the next season

"Hey, you Chelsea and Arsenal dumbsters-"I squaked. And as I spoke those unnerving words Raghav and Kunal's heads turned towards me. "You look exactly how van Persie and Drogba would look" I said again. "Will you switch off the damned television?" Raghav commanded in his hoarse voice ,sounding rather raged. I turned towards the television again and watched the game continue.United ,now were just keeping the ball well enough, just not doing anything with it. They, it seemed were settling for a draw because Blackburn also needed a point to be pulled out of the dreaded relegation zone. I reconsidered what Raghav had said ,"I know that feeling"I said quietly. Chelsea had won the title last season and only I knew how many creeps the title was giving me from the past year.

Horrible

"Will you switch off the damned television?"Kunal said, nearly breaking into a shout. Well, considering the fact that we were friends then some sympathy was expected. So, I switched off the "damned" television. All of a sudden we were engulfed into total silence. Although, I was the happiest person present there but I had to hide it deep inside me. But inside me I was frantic to celebrate. We four were gathered at my house, not to watch the game but to "complete" our project. Actually, we were no way near to completing it . We were alone in the house, My parents and my impish brother weren't at home. We were normal students of standard 8th and huge soccer fans. And studying in Apeejay School we were taught that- "SOARING HIGH IS OUR NATURE" which was our school's motto we had to soar high not low.

"Lets get back to work" I heard Kunal say, his two molar teeth sticking out making him look like a Bunny. Sure. "Raghav,you cut out the pictures of the dinosaurs and those other extinct creatures." He commanded. Some kind of glint of jealousy was still in his eyes,considering the fact that Chelsea had succumbed in the title race. " Srijan, you come and help me in sorting out the material" he told Srijan who joined him on the sofa glaring hard at the information as if glaring at Wayne Rooney or Paul Robinson.  I saw Kunal shifting his gaze towards me, "Hey- United f-f-fan, you take the printouts....big printouts of pictures" he spoke, in a somewhat irritated tone and flipping the page to its other side nearly tearing it apart. His glare almost ripped apart the sheets into pieces. I made my way into the room in which my computer was set up and was serving me for the past 10 years, attached to the HP Deskjet F2230 Printer. I, still hiding my rejoicing emotions deep inside me opened the drawer and pulled out blank sheets and quietly put them inside the printer. Right now, we four were loving it the rivals way and in turn happy with our lives. And being the best of mates we were quite fond of each other. But nobody actually knew what was inevitable.