Me and anuj hum the song your way too beautiful girl has we wait for our next teacher too arrive..OMG!!its marathi..how I dislike this subject..There he enters we all stand up and greet sir Walter good morning sir..Our good morning is very draggy..goes like goooooood moringgggg sir..Walter sir has this million dollar smile..He has this one tooth missing tho..He comes into class ask all of us to be seated grabs this marker and writes something down in marathi..I don't pay attention to read..I just pick out my text book a pencil and a rough book..where I begin to write my name on the 1st crisp page of the note book..
As Walter sir begins to explain the 1st poem in d book I start scribbling in my new book just because I'm to bored to actually listen to him.
Every 5 min I ask oriale the time to see when is this boring lecture going to get over.
The Bell rings,I breathe a sigh of relief.
Hilton,oh how have I missed you,I go into my own day dreaming zone just has miss Mary enters class,she is this amazing woman who has this beautiful charisma,she made me love history.
She asks us to open our history text book..As I flip some pages of my new book I can't stop but giggle at the pictures of the Indian freedom fighters.I giggle because I remember last year's history text book,how I had modified their faces with black blue red ink..I promise my self ill keep my text book neat and clean in respect to those who fought for my country.
Danica,miss Mary calls my name and request me to stand up and read aloud..I love reading..I start reading,in 1947 india became independent..
After I finished reading the page Mary miss marks some fill in the blanks and ask us to do it for home work.
Poking oriale again,oriale please tell me the time..The butterflies in my stomach have disappeard and what remains is a funny sound that reminds me of how I skipped breakfast.
I go to my bag pull out the good day packet and start munching,I offer some to anuj,he tosses the entire biscuit at once in his mouth,danm!!he definately has this huge mouth.
The Bell rings I rush to the canteen and pick up my favourite chicken mayonaise sandwich..
I proceed to the back door and look at this beautiful large ground,This is where I belong..I look at happy faces running and playing as I move to my own private getaway.I walk like a queen to the furthest corner..This place has beautiful memories,the pine tress giving us girls enough of shade to sit down and gossip,and the dried twigs forming a blanket for us to sit down.As I proceed steffi joins me,Steffi is this super duper girl,we are good old friends she and i connect at all levels,we have had our share of fights but what still remains is this beautiful bond.
We don't talk much just say the usual hi.we reach the ground and sit down with the girls,all of us forming a circle.They begin to have this conversations about this boy likes this girl and this girl likes this boy,I pretend to listen to them,as I hog my entire sandwich,I don't get these girly conversations,as I sip some water the bell rings.all running towards their respective classes,I get up dust my back and walk calm and composed towards class I don't want to get stuck in the crowd.
Judith miss is already in class,she is a new teacher just joined our school end of last year.She is very soft spoken and sweet,the class doesn't stop talking.I look at Royston and benjamin,my classmates,and ask them to shut their mouths.Royston,was a very naughty boy,I never liked him neither did I hate him it's just that we dint connect.Things took a worse turn last year when he approached me with this rubber heart in his hand to tell me I love you..and I was like what shit,I dint care at all.
The class is calmer now,just as miss begins to start with the human digestive system.
Danm!!she has given us diagrams for homework..I poke anuj and tell him he has to do mine too,he grins back at me..
The Bell rings,we have drawing now..I'm sure it's going to be sir vijay..During drawing we really don't draw,me and anuj talk about music and sing numb,our all time favourite..tryING to be what u want me to be feeling so faithless lost under the surface don't know what your expecting of me but under the pressure I'm walking a million shoes..
As I poke oriale for enth time,there is only 15 min remaining,I dream of what my mom must have cooked for me.In the last 5 mins I pack my bag,neatly placing my books in order and I gaze at my beautiful friends oriale hilton and anuj,school would definately be so boring with out them.
