Nikkie: "It's fine for today—you can sit here. But from tomorrow, find another place, because I'm not sitting with you again."
Me: "Alright… no problem." (Trying not to care)
Nikkie : "Wanna go outside? It's boring in here anyway."
Me: "Yeah, let's go…" (Still a little confused)
As I stepped out of the classroom, my eyes caught the morning sun filtering through the trees. The school grounds were slowly coming to life, but I couldn't help thinking—how do these kids have so much energy this early in the morning? Seriously, for me, not fainting during morning assembly is already an achievement.
My gaze drifted toward the school gate, where a group of students walked in together, as if they all belonged to the same secret clan or something.
Nikkie: "Look at them! Our classmates returning from morning coaching."
Me: "Wait… what?? Morning coaching? It's just 7:15! That means they must wake up super early!"
Nikkie: "Yeah, it's normal here. Lots of kids go to coaching early in the morning—and again in the evening. We ourselves wake up at 4 to study."
My thoughts: Oh god. If Mom and Dad find out, they'll put me in coaching too. I can barely wake up at 6, and these kids are already studying by 4? This is madness…
As we stood there, I noticed a few students from her class staring at us—more specifically, at me and Nikkie together. She noticed too, but I pretended not to care. Let them stare.
Suddenly, the school bell rang, calling everyone to line up for assembly. Nikkie grabbed my hand gently and led me toward the line.
Nikkie: "This is where our class lines up."
Because of my height, I had to stand at the back of the girls' line. Honestly, I didn't mind. I just wanted the assembly to be over so I could go sit peacefully in class.
Just then, a tall figure walked by holding the class register. He paused, looking right at me.
Sir: "Are you the new admission?"
Me: "Yes, sir!" (I replied quickly, maybe too quickly.)
My thoughts: Ohh… so he's our class teacher. Doesn't seem too strict. Looks kind, actually.
Then a woman—strict-looking, sharp eyes—stepped closer.
Ma'am: "Why do you have only one ponytail?"
Me: "Um… Ma'am, I just moved here. It's my first day. I'll fix it from tomorrow. Sorry."
Ma'am: "Alright. I'll let it go for today."
My thoughts: Ugh, why'd she have to say that out loud? Everyone was quietly standing and now all the boys nearby are staring at me like I've got antennas on my head or something.
A few moments later, the principal began an important announcement—but I wasn't really listening. The sun was too hot, the speech was too long, and I was too bored.
I started gently kicking away the dust and tiny stones around my feet, letting my thoughts wander. When I glanced around, I noticed—no one was paying attention. Everyone looked half-asleep or distracted.
That made me smile a little. Quietly. Secretly.
But I wasn't the only one smiling…
Someone else had been watching me. And now he is smiling too
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Authors pov:-
Okay sooo… from this point on, my story is officially entering school love territory!
Yup, you heard that right—no more full-on trauma dumping or boring emotional spirals (well… maybe just a little, for flavor).
I know the earlier chapters might've felt a bit too intense or even dull for some of you, but buckle up, because things are about to get spicy—like, masaledaar spicy.