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Bluebird Online

  • Writer: Aiman showkat bhat
    Aiman showkat bhat
  • Feb 4
  • 13 min read

"I can't believe this! You... Of all people. Why?! You are my only sister. My only family. How could you?!", shouted my little sister, Emily.

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Okay, I know you are confused about what is happening here. Let me clarify... I am caught 'RED-HANDED' by my only sister... For further explanation. Let us go back one year:


April 2021:


She is never going to change. I don't know how to stop her. I can't believe this. She is going to ruin herself... She is already 19... An adult. She is never going to listen to me. My little angel who I raised myself... changes boys like clothes. Yeah her dates don't even last for a week! And I don't know how to stop her. Yesterday I saw her on news headlines with an actor and today she came home with another junkie... totally wasted. I can't explain how I kicked that boy out of the house. I have to do something... Think Demet... think, there has to be a way. (Yawning)... It's 3'O'clock in the morning. I should sleep now.


So before Demet wakes up again, let me give you some introduction. Well first of all. Who am I? That is a secret. Maybe I am the creator of this world or maybe I am not even real. Ha...ha... Enough with the chit chat... You see Demet is 30 year old crazy girl. Yeah totally crazy. Even though she doesn't know that about herself. Anyway, her parents died when she was just 15. So her sister was... What is 15-12? Yeah 3 year old or 2... Whatever, she raised her sister by herself. She works hard in her family flower shop which she handles by herself. As for Emily, she is more crazy than her sister. Still she is good at her studies... She hates boys. That is why she only uses them then throws them away. Yeah... She is hot... Scoff... And I am not a perv. Just saying. Oh it's already 8'O'clock. You see time runs fast in this dimension... Anyway bye...

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In The Flower Shop:

Oh... We have so many orders to cover. I should refer to my notepad. "Hey sis... What's up?" , Emily (yawning). "Just look at you... You are a mess. You look like an incarnation of Baba Yaga" , Demet. "Ha... Have very funny. Anyway, I thought I should inform you about getting into' Imperial College of arts and commerce'. And here is the acceptance letter" , Emily casually placing acceptance letter on the table.

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“Oh my God... This is... I am so proud of you...” , Demet with the tears of joy. “Yeah and I will be out tonight... You know party and celebration... I also need some money...” , Emily. “Or you can celebrate with me and aunt Mila...”, Demet excitedly. “No... You know what... just forget about the money” , Emily with disgust. “No... No... I didn’t mean to upset you. Just wait a mo. Here take some cash. You deserve it and use it wisely”, Demet. “Yeah... Yeah” , Emily rolling her eyes.


Well as you can clearly see Demet's desperation and Emily's cold attitude. Poor Demet. Oh I know you are irritated by my sudden appearance. So ...b...bye ...then ...


IN THE FLOWER SHOP: I have to do something. I can't let our relationship ruin like this. There has to be a way (Demet by herself).


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" Er...m... Hello miss sorry to interrupt your reverie but I am here to pick up my order", customer. "Oh...Sorry...I was just...What is your name, Sir", Demet with a smile. "Mr Oslo...Actually these flowers are for my niece. You know how difficult it is to get through youngsters. You have to do things which they like to understand them (sigh)...I hope she likes these flowers..." , man. "Thank you for coming, sir", Demet cheerfully. Yeah that's it I have to experience things via her perspective...First let's go through her Netflix history...


Crazy right...She is always like this...Trying to find ways to get close to her sister but ends up disappointed...

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At night:


Oh my God... Her Netflix history is so confusing... Romcoms, action movies, thrillers... Oh... I will watch this movie... What is the name 'LETTER TO MY DAUGHTER'? AFTER SOME TIME: Man... this movie is so emotional... It is the story of a man who tries to get closer to her daughter via letters... So desperate like me... Ooooh... I have an idea... I will create a fake Instagram account to get close to my sister... God I am so intelligent...(Demet on her bed).


No you are not... God she is so stupid...


I have made fake account with


User ID: Blue Bird... Now I will follow Emily... I am just gonna comment on her old post... I hope this will work out.

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"What are you doing?" Emily slightly tipsy. "You are back... So early," Demet surprised. "Yeah I am moving out tomorrow and have to pack things up," Emily. "What?... You didn't tell me anything," Demet. "I thought it was pretty obvious... Anyway goodnight," Emily as she goes back to her room.

Poor Demet ignored by her sister again and again.

IN THE MORNING: Emily moved out to live in hostel. Hostel is pretty decent. But my God... University buildings are huge and beautiful. As she entered her hostel room, she checked her phone and read the comment (of her sister).

Comment: Perfect example of 'Face is not the Index of mind'.

Emily: @Bluebird I am sorry... Who are you?

Bluebird: Doesn't matter... As all humans are inferior than Her Majesty Emily...

Emily: Stop being such a d--- And tell me... Who are you?

Bluebird: Why do you want to know?

Emily: You know... you are following me... right?

No reply! Is he someone who I dumped in highschool or something. I should probably remove him or... Not...(Emily by herself).



Hostel (IN THE MORNING)

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Notifications: Oh my God...What is wrong with everyone...Its so early in

the morning (Emily annoyed).What?!...

Comments: @Blue bird Yeah so true.

@Bluebird Nothing can be more true than this comment...

O...Oh...Looks like Demet's comment started a chain of mean comments...

Decreasing her followers...Anyway, because of these mean comments... Emily decided to use Blue Bird and get revenge on her. She was also sure that it must be someone who wants to attract her attention...Hence she was in... For the game...

Emily: Hey??

Bluebird: Hi...

Emily: What is your name?

Bluebird: Its a mystery which you have to unravel.

Emily: You are not a stalker? Are you?

Bluebird: Think whatever you want.

At Shop:

She actually messaged me first. I am a genius...Now I just have to carefully move forward. Maybe we can become friends after sometime...

Well, Bluebird's words did affect Emily. It was as if this mysterious person not only knew how to vex her but to pique her interest at the same time... It's not easy to find such type of people. They began to chat a lot which helped Demet to know about her sister and her dislikes: Emily didn't like to eat Demet's special dessert, she hated her makeup and dressing, she hated being treated like a child but she was also grateful to have a wonderful sister like Demet. Then one day...everything changed...

Bluebird: What's up?

Emily: Nothing much :]

Bluebird: So anything new...You wanna talk about.

Emily: Not in the mood.

Bluebird: What's wrong?

Emily: I just ran into some classmates who used to bully me.

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Bluebird: What???


Emily: Yep...I was not only bullied but also molested...


Bluebird: Why didn't you report it?


Emily: I didn't want to bother my sister


...You know...She is so young but she wasted her youth for me...I just thought it would be more more bothersome for her to handle.


Bluebird: I don't know what to say...I am sorry...


Emily: Not a big deal...Anyway...bye.


At home: When Demet found what her sister went through...She was devastated...She remembered how young Emily wanted to spend time with her. But she was always busy with her school or shop. She didn't have time to spend with her sister. She even yelled at Emily for disturbing her when she begged Demet to watch some movie with her. Guilt consumed her. She didn't know what to do anymore. She didn't sleep, eat or work properly.


Knowing something was wrong with the sisters...Her aunt took her phone and coincidentally opened her Instagram. God knows how but she found last chats of Emily and Bluebird.


Assuming what could have happened(wrongly)...She called Emily to console her...


Aunt: Hello dear. How are you?


Emily: Hey...Aunty...I am fine.


Aunt: I don't know how to say this. I am sorry Emm...I am such a horrible aunt. I didn't know you were bullied and molested. I didn't care when you needed me. Look we can't change what happened in the past but I am sorry...


Emily: Wait...How did you...?


Sudden realization hit her. She had always mused how Bluebird and her sister sounded similar. Or how her sister appeared more understanding than before. Now it all made sense, it was her sister all along. She went numb. She didn't know how to face her. Hence she didn't contact her family for one year.


As for Demet, she also lost all her hope and confidence. Even though she tried to contact her sister but failed to do so.


AFTER ONE YEAR:


Today is my birthday which I always celebrate with my sister. But I know she will not celebrate with me anymore. I am not disappointed. I just hope that she one day she will forgive me and give me second chance. HER PHONE IS RINGING. Unknown number flashed on her screen.


Demet: Hello.


Person: Hello...Are you Demet?


Demet: Yes.


Person: Hey...I am Cera...Your friend Cera.


Demet was surprised. Cera was her childhood friend. She was a good person. But the two drifted apart after Demet's parents died.


Cera: I am sorry. I should have called you before.


Demet: No its okay...I am just glad that you called me.


Cera: No its not...I am a coward...I am sorry...

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After their heartfelt conversation... They decided to meet at a Cafe in the evening.


SOME HOURS LATER: Demet is entering the Cafe which is dark and eerily quiet for some reason. Until someone said:


Surprise! Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you... Demet... Happy birthday to you. Demet cried as all of her family and long lost friends sang for her... All but one: "I can't believe this! You... Of all people. Why?! You are my only sister. My only family. How could you? Why do you have to go so far for me then give up... All of a sudden... I hate you... But I also love you..." Emily as she approached her sister weeping... "And I am sorry for being a bad little sister... I am sorry..." Emily cupping her sister's weeping face. "No I am sorry... I didn't know... I didn't listen..." Demet. The two of them cried and hugged each other for a long time... While others watched them quietly.


It was Emily who had contacted her friends and family... In fact she was the one who organized the party.


Ok... After this... everything was resolved slowly between sisters. Emily pursued her dream. Demet found love and got married. Their aunt realized her negligence and helped them through... Happy ending for all. Getting caught is good sometimes... Isn't it?




In The Flower Shop:


Oh... We have so many orders to cover. I should refer to my notepad. "Hey sis... What's up?" , Emily (yawning). "Just look at you... You are a mess. You look like an incarnation of Baba Yaga," Demet. "Ha... very funny. Anyway, I thought I should inform you about getting into 'Imperial College of arts and commerce'. And here is the acceptance letter," Emily casually placing acceptance letter on the table.


"Oh my God... This is... I am so proud of you..." , Demet with the tears of joy. "Yeah and I will be out tonight... You know party and celebration... I also need some money..." , Emily. "Or you can celebrate with me and aunt Mila..." , Demet excitedly. "No... You know what... just forget about the money," Emily with disgust. "No... No... I didn't mean to upset you. Just wait a mo. Here take some cash. You deserve it and use it wisely," Demet. "Yeah... Yeah," Emily rolling her eyes.


Well as you can clearly see Demet's desperation and Emily's cold attitude. Poor Demet. Oh I know you are irritated by my sudden appearance. So...b...bye then...


IN THE FLOWER SHOP: I have to do something. I can't let our relationship ruin like this. There has to be a way (Demet by herself).


"Er... mmm... Hello miss sorry to interrupt your reverie but I am here to pick up my order," customer. "Oh... Sorry... I was just... What is your name, Sir?" , Demet with a smile. "Mr. Oslo... Actually these flowers are for my niece. You know how difficult it is to get through youngsters. You have to do things which they like to understand them (sigh)... I hope she likes these flowers..." , man. "Thank you for coming, sir," Demet cheerfully. "Yeah that's it I have to experience things via her perspective... First let's go through her Netflix history...

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Crazy right...She is always like this...Trying to find ways to get close to her sister but ends up disappointed...


At night :


Oh my God... Her Netflix history is so confusing...Romcoms, action movies, thrillers...Oh...I will watch this movie...What is the name 'LETTER TO MY DAUGHTER'...AFTER SOME TIME: Man...this movie is so emotional...It is the story of a man who tries to get closer to her daughter via letters...So desperate like me...Ooooh... I have an idea...I will create a fake Instagram account to get close to my sister...


No you are not...God she is so stupid...


I have made fake account with


User ID: Blue Bird...Now I will follow Emily...I am just gonna comment on her old post...I hope this will work out...


"What are you doing?" Emily slightly tipsy. "You are back...So early", Demet surprised. "Yeah I am moving out tomorrow and have to pack things up", Emily. "What?...You didn't tell me anything", Demet. "I thought it was pretty obvious...Anyway goodnight" Emily as she goes back to her room.


Poor Demet ignored by her sister again and again...


IN THE MORNING: Emily moved out to live in hostel. Hostel is pretty decent...But my God...University buildings are huge and beautiful. As she entered her hostel room, she checked her phone and read the comment (of her sister).


Comment: Perfect example of 'Face is not the Index of mind'.


Emily: @Bluebird I am sorry...Who are you?


Blue bird: Doesn't matter...As all humans are inferior than Her Majesty Emily...


Emily: Stop being such a d--- And tell me...Who are you?


Blue bird: Why do you want to know?


Emily: You know...you are following me...right?


No reply! Is he someone who I dumped in highschool or something...I should probably remove him or...Not...(Emily by herself).


Hostel (IN THE MORNING)


Notifications: Oh my God...What is wrong with everyone...Its so early in


the morning (Emily annoyed)...What?!...


Comments: @Blue bird Yeah so true.


@Bluebird Nothing can be more true than this comment...


O...Oh...Looks like Demet's comment started a chain of mean comments...


Decreasing her followers...Anyway, because of these mean comments...Emily decided to use Blue Bird and get revenge on her. She was also sure that it must be someone who wants to attract her attention...Hence she was in...For the game...


Emily: Hey??


Bluebird: Hi...


Emily: What is your name?


Bluebird: Its a mystery which you have to unravel.


Emily: You are not a stalker?...Are you?


Bluebird: Think whatever you want.


At Shop:


She actually messaged me first. I am a genius...Now I just have to carefully move forward. Maybe we can become friends after sometime...

```



Well, Bluebird's words did affect Emily. It was as if this mysterious person not only knew how to vex her but to pique her interest at the same time... It's not easy to find such type of people. They began to chat a lot which helped Demet to know about her sister and her dislikes: Emily didn't like to eat Demet's special dessert, she hated her makeup and dressing, she hated being treated like a child but she was also grateful to have a wonderful sister like Demet. Then one day... everything changed...

Bluebird: What's up?

Emily: Nothing much :]

Bluebird: So anything new... You wanna to talk about.

Emily: Not in the mood.

Bluebird: What's wrong?

Emily: I just ran into some classmates who used to bully me.

Bluebird: What???

Emily: Yep... I was not only bullied but also molested...

Bluebird: Why didn't you report it?

Emily: I didn't want to bother my sister...

...You know... She is so young but she wasted her youth for me... I just thought it would be more bothersome for her to handle...

Bluebird: I don't know what to say... I am sorry...

Emily: Not a big deal... Anyway... bye.

At home: When Demet found what her sister went through... She was devastated... She remembered how young Emily wanted to spend time with her. But she was always busy with her school or shop. She didn't have time to spend with her sister. She even yelled at Emily for disturbing her when she begged Demet to watch some movie with her. Guilt consumed her. She didn't know what to do anymore. She didn't sleep, eat or work properly.

Knowing something was wrong with the sisters... Her aunt took her phone and coincidentally opened her Instagram. God knows how but she found last chats of Emily and Bluebird.

Assuming what could have happened (wrongly). She called Emily to console her...

Aunt: Hello dear. How are you?

Emily: Hey... Aunty... I am fine.

Aunt: I don't know how to say this. I am sorry Emm... I am such a horrible aunt. I didn't know you were bullied and molested. I didn't care when you needed me. Look we can't change what happened in the past but I am sorry... I don't know...

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Emily: Wait ...How did you...?


Sudden realization hit her. She had always mused how Bluebird and her sister sounded similar. Or how her sister appeared more understanding than before. Now it all made sense, it was her sister all along. She went numb. She didn't know how to face her. Hence she didn't contact her family for one year.


As for Demet, she also lost all her hope and confidence. Even though she tried to contact her sister but failed to do so.


AFTER ONE YEAR:


Today is my birthday which I always celebrate with my sister. But I know she will not celebrate with me anymore. I am not disappointed. I just hope that she one day she will forgive me and give me second chance. HER PHONE IS RINGING. Unknown number flashed on her screen.


Demet: Hello.


Person: Hello...Are you Demet?


Demet: Yes.


Person: Hey...I am Cera...Your friend Cera.


Demet was surprised. Cera was her childhood friend. She was a good person. But the two drifted apart after Demet's parents died.


Cera: I am sorry. I should have called you before.


Demet: No its okay...I am just glad that you called me.


Cera: No its not...I am a coward...I am sorry...


After their heartfelt conversation...They decided to meet at a Cafe in the evening.


SOME HOURS LATER: Demet is entering the Cafe which is dark and eerily quiet for some reason. Until someone said:


Surprise! Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you...Demet...Happy birthday to you. Demet cried as all of her family and long lost friends sang for her...All but one: "I can't believe this! You...Of all people. Why?! You are my only sister. My only family. How could you? Why do you have to go so far for me then give up...All of a sudden...I hate you...But I also love you..." Emily as she approached her sister weeping..."And I am sorry for being a bad little sister...I am sorry..." Emily cupping her sister's weeping face. "No I am sorry...I didn't know...I didn't listen..." Demet. The two of them cried and hugged each other for a long time...While others watched them quietly.


It was Emily who had contacted her friends and family...In fact she was the one who organized the party.


Ok...After this...everything was resolved slowly between sisters. Emily pursued her dream. Demet found love and got married. Their aunt realized her negligence and helped them through...Happy ending for all. Getting caught is good sometimes...Isn't it?



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