It was the first day of fourth grade. We were all notified of which class we were assigned to. I was assigned to 4m, Ms Moonsamy's class. We filled the classroom and she started introducing herself to us and setting house rules. A new student walked in with her mother, and then her mother left. She started crying. The teacher asked me to take her to the bathroom to freshen up and then a quick school tour to take things off her mind. Her name was Mihle. I comforted her, though that is not a natural trait of mine. After she had settled down, we walked back to class.
At lunchtime, we left together. We sat by a soccer field bench stand. A lot of classmates joined us, of course, to find out about the new student. She suddenly had a blast of attitude. I guess it was a coping mechanism, not to be known as the girl who cried for her mother. After a while the crowd left, along with her. 4 of us remained. Lunar, Mihlali and Emihle(another new student). We had lunch together and 4 years later we still had lunch together.
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How I met you
Short StoryAn anthology of how people come into a person's life, some stay, some only stay only for a brief moment, and some barely make it past a week.
