Skanda Bharti's POV
I sit alone at the dining table and in the house, visibly fuming as I stir the cereal with the force of almost breaking the ceramic into two, creating a tornado in the bowl when the disgusting thing mingles with the awful milk. In an instant, it changes color, which reminds me of my ex and my hoe-ish colleague. I really can't help the aggression. The stupid thing is all I have in the name of the supper and, please, I am a serial cereal hater.
I think I have signed to be in permanent dread from now on. And it has only been some two days since I have joined this hell for a school. I don't know how I am gonna keep up the whole of the year, sharing a roof with my man-fucker and teaching the motherfucking asshole who has just got a taste of my palm after getting the taste
