Smelly Marshmallows

By Samhita Joshi

Not Everything Happens in Summers!
A special day, a special event, a lot of people, a voice note, and a death mystery. Why wait for the summer when a herd of amazing (and devastating) things can happen before it?

She is ARMED unlike anyone else!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Samhita Joshi
• Release date: Jun 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005685768

Samhita Joshi

Samhita Joshi is a homo-sapien like many others on this planet. She lives in a building which she calls her home. She writes family-friendly books, and hopes that her books put a smile on your face. She hates to write this biography in third-person but is still indulging in that activity for some reason unknown to her. Whatever her hobbies may be, her favourite pastime is sleeping.

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Samhita Joshi

Smelly Marshmallows

Not Everything Happens In Summers!

First published by Samhita Joshi 2021

Copyright © 2021 by Samhita Joshi

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty One

Twenty Two

Twenty Three

Twenty Four

Twenty Five

Twenty Six

Epilogue

P.S.

I Said I Would

About the Author

One

Not everything happens in summers!

It hadn’t even summered when my parents decided we would be attending John’s wedding. How could they? The date printed on the card was 13th April—which is about a month before the summer season. The venue reserved for the occasion was The Falls, which—if you are not from Rensterville—wouldn’t know is the name of a hotel, but you would now because I just informed you. That was long to speak!

Gasp.

But first, who is John?

I don’t know. He is not a relative of ours. So I don’t know who he really is—but then, secondly, what could John possible? John could be a human, made of flesh and bones (hopefully) who is about to get married to his to-be wife—three days in the future. The word ‘John’ can also be used to describe a toilet. It is also one of the most common names used to name a male child in some countries…

You can stop, Army! I heard Yuri say. I am able to hear what you are thinking, which we well know, you don’t want to happen.

Whoops! She wasn’t meant to hear any of this.

Yuri and her family are also invited to the wedding. His father works with Pa, so I think John might be someone from their office too.

Third, Yuri is an idiot. She can’t withstand my thoughts. Whenever I propose anything in our group, she is the first to reject it, after which everyone follows the trend! If you don’t know or understand what I mean by a group, ask yourselves these…

Who are you?

Where have you even come from?

Are you sure you are living in a world full of humans? Because I highly doubt that.

Anyway, she says that my ideas are too impractical to implement. I know, Yuri, you are unable to imagine things like I do, but this is just crossing the line.

This might even be one of the reasons I hate her. And fourth, Army?? If she can’t pronounce my name correctly, she shouldn’t at all. Why even bother with a stupid nickname? She didn’t even ask ME if I liked the name or not—just started using it. If it is MY NAME she is playing with, I should have the right to decide if I want to be referred that way OR NOT. Another reason to hate her!

She thinks she is my friend, but she is not! I have tried indicating her this numerous times, but she still hasn’t got a clue that I don’t befriend people like her. She doesn’t even know who ate her lunch on the last working day of school! She blamed ME for it, but I wasn’t the one who did that. Why would I eat HER lunch if I STRONGLY hate the green beans she always fills her lunch with?

But I have to act as if I am her friend because Maa and Pa say so!

People ARE weird! They just are. Really.

Two

Idon’t know where or how to start, which is why I am thinking of a point that would be interesting for everyone to hear, but I am unable to get one. Which one? Which one? Okay, let me backtrack—I think I got one to share.

When I first heard the name The Falls, I thought it was something like Nigeria Falls—and that got me excited because I thought that would be the first time I would see any Nigeria Fall or any other fall for…

Niagara Falls. There’s nothing in the world like Nigeria Falls, Timmy commented.

Oh, dang it. Now little Timmy is in it too. I thought that Yuri would suffice, but Nooo—it had to be my brother as well. How are people always able to listen to what I am thinking?

You still didn’t get the point, Timmy started again. He is four years younger than me, but he always—always—always has to interrupt me. He’s not even friends with Yuri! So I have no idea where he