Aarohi Goenka
Her life was almost everything, a normal teenager wanted, good grades, respect from juniors, and love from teachers; but that was not she wanted.
She always put on a carefree facade, whenever she is around her family, and nobody coul...
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8.45 AM
Petrichor Academy
Aarohi was busy solving some maths questions, in the library, so that she gets into that flow and can concentrate when teacher is actually teaching, but was stuck on that one question for the past 3 minutes. Factorisation, she is not a big fan of it. She was stuck with the question where she had to fetch the value of y by hit and try method to satisfy the zero of the equation and to proceed with the theorem.
She was pretty annoyed with everything going in her and her sibling's life. Why always them, she thought, can't they be happy, just for once.
"Take -3," A deep voice said, out of nowhere. She jumped, a bit, in her seat, and turned to find a boy, of her age, sitting beside her.
"Did I asked for your advice?" Aarohi asked, in an annoyed tone.
"But you needed it," He said, doing some trick with his pen.
"Keep your gyaan with yourself!" She said, irritated, before closing the M L Aggarwal book which was so thick that you can actually use it as a weapon when someone is being annoying, just throw a M L Aggarwal at his or her face and that person's nose will definitely break.
But good for her, she somehow managed to control her urge to hit him with that, and before their argument could proceed any further, the first-warning bell rang, indicating that students should start going to their classrooms. She hurriedly packed her things in her bag and hung her bag on her shoulder.
She was at the entrance of library, when that boy called her name. She stopped, but didn't turn. The boy came in front of her, breathing heavily. He must be out of breath, because the place where she sat earlier, was at the farthest corner of the library, and jogging from there to the entrance, was a good exercise for her.
"How do you know my name, when I didn't even know that you existed in this school, before today?" She asked, curiously.
"Oh, I read your name from your notebook, well, and I, actually, didn't existed in this school before today. New admission, you see." Said the boy.
"Well, whatever, I, just wish you're not in my class," She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, well, your wish will be granted if you're not in eleventh standard, are you?"
"What my luck!" She cursed her luck. He chuckled. She stomped her foot in annoyance, and left the library.
"Mischief managed!" He thought and left the library, too.
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The class teacher was introducing the new studens of this session, after teaching, of course.
