Voyage of a Boy

Episode 1

Voice of Scooby Doo running was clearly been heard. It was the time that everyone should have awakened.

Yet a boy — in his school dress. All ready with his shoes and the perfume he preferred — was on his blue chair and continuously watching every episode that comes. But the ads that came between each episode, he stood and ran toward the roof just to make sure that it's morning or not.

As sun rises up, he asked his mom — who was on PC playing poker just for game not any gambling — "Should I wake Father up now? It's been 6."

She didn't bothered to look at clock and replied, "Just wait boy. School is at 7 o'clock. Wake him up at 6:30. Better!" Yet her gesture of smile was enough for him to be careless.

I opened the door of my father's car — white Suzuki Swift, an supermini vehicle yet my whole world — I sit in back. Cause mom is the one to sit In front.

I was watching all the other vehicles on the window that pass-by me.

Finally door of school came — the huge sign board that says 'Sunflower High School' within blue colors. — I went near the door of it. Yet afraid to go in alone due to that big fatty guard with gun scared me off. I looked back to mom and my eyes started dripping. Waved her to come.

As soon she noticed, she run to me and wiped my pearls off. She hold my hand and helped me pass by the door till the class.

As I saw, the posters about general knowledge, about science in which organs are drawn with labels.

As the corridor ends, on our left side a massive playground was available for students. In front of us, another corridor of class was starting, on right side of us a large staircase with metal hand support was available.

Interesting fact about whole school is the same color palette. In red tiles contrasting with black stripes between them, from floor till half of the wall. Rest half wall with roof was covered in creamy white pigment.

As we were told to go up, we went on the first floor and on our left side hallway was told to us, we went in. After crossing two or three classes. My turn finally came.

My mom left me their, and I went in. I greet the teacher and saw a bench in the last row was empty.

My gaze is on floor all time, yet I was aware all sights on me. I reached the bench, pushed the chair out of desk. Hang my bag on the hook of desk and set on it. At that time, I took my sight and watched the whole class with everyone.

On my left side are all the girls and on right all the boys. I am in the middle column where rest of girl and boy set together.

Later I meet my gaze straight to teacher, who said, " Students it is the time for introduction. From first row till last row. One by one each one of you will stand, tell his or her name, father name, date of birth. Okay let's start from here." her indication is on the boy, who is in first row first bench beside the door, he stood up.

He said, " My name is Saad Jamali, Father name Asad Jamali. Born on 5th July 2005." he settled on his bench and boy beside stands.

I didn't focus on all them, few are having very difficult words, few were like, Mikdad, Agha, Yousef, Laraib.

Finally I see my row has started and after one boy my turn will be coming.

As I stand up, watching every single eye is on me, my feet are shacking, I repeat all the lines in head. Then I opened my lips and utter, "My name is Abdul Salim. My father name is Yousef Salim. My date of birth is 11th November 2004." I sit immediately yet a little bit of confidence came of being oldest in whole class.

As all this ended, teacher has taken her book out and started to point out something — When my eyes got clear vision of book — It was book of English. Then she commanded us, "Take your English writing book out. Do complete the first page of it. I want to see at what level you all are."

Everyone take out suddenly also me. We all opened the page and started writing. Teacher is moving row by row looking everybody's work, as she came near me and see what I have been doing. She hold my hands and pushed them to do a little darker with correct form.

As it was completed, I went to her for my work checked and miss really loved said, "Superb improvement." I opened my all 32 teeth in smile and as I sit on the chair. I said to my innerself' Yes! Reputation is built.'

After everyone completing, I am staring them all, so I understand them better, Teacher said to us, "Students my class is now over. See you all Tomorrow." Teacher gather her stuff and went out.

A male teacher came and introduce himself, "My name is Sir Waleed. I would be conducting your math class ."

He write a few worlds and they are called 'Tables' and started writing. We are ordered to note every detail that we see on board. As this class is not so-popular subject. yet we read as it are being commanded. And within blink of an eye. Whole lecher was supposed to be completed, yet it was only 15 mins gone. When delightment of writing with same speed as teacher is making happy. Yet I kind of unaware of that happiness being an indication of a storm ahead of me.

Due to me focusing on speed at a great extent, I forget that with a lot of pressure and speed nib of pencil could easily be broken. And precisely I get right, nib gets broken. I looked away from the copy, all over on the desk yet no sharpener on it. I checked my pouch, in which I kept all my stationary, and I am unable to hand on in it. I keep my hands on table and thought where could I have kept it. My body getting warmer and my shirt was wet already when my hand touched it. As I looked on the board and observers that sir is 15 lines of my copy ahead of me. I gain shock and started spreading my gaze all over my bench. Yet couldn't find. I felt my heart being fallen and my eyes are telling a story.

My head starts blasting, I thought for it pretty long and as Sir is getting each line ahead of me. My body is hot. I thought again and again. Every bit of possibility, 'Yesterday, After meeting grandpa and telling him how my day will go. I went to the room and kept all the things on bed. Then later that day in evening, I sat for Ben 10 while arranging my bag. I kept pencil and other stationary in pouch and books in large upper pocket of bag, all copy in the middle one and the pouch with napkin in the last little pocket. Then I kept it at the table and watched the entire show. Later at dinner. Dinner time while settling the bed sheet. Sharpener fall of the bed. I didn't kept it in bag, so where did it go. Where could I kept it, at table, any side cabinet of bed, on TV table, dressing table, near bag. Near bag was the last time I saw. Oh man. I left it right there, Now what. How could I forgot a little bit of important thing back. Now what, sir will come and check my work that I haven't completed yet. My whole day, my full-length influence on the teacher and when he tell to others. They might think of me a silly careless boy who can't keep his own bag packed properly.'

I looked my left and right, see a boy on right hand — who was wearing glass, slim and stunning — is having sharpener outside of his pouch. I pushed my chair a little bit to him and asked, "Hey! If you don't mind? Could you borrow me your sharpener for a while? I just couldn't find mine right now." He just looked at me and we also share gazes. Quickly grabbed and hand it over to me. He was back to his work again.

I take and put my pencil in it , started sharping. Slowly and gradually, I take my proper time. I don't want too create a mess now. After I am done, I placed it on his table while whispered, "Thank you buddy! You got my back on time." And I am back on my track.

As the bell ring. and pencil were down, while teacher completed a while ago was on round, he came to me. He saw I have completed and he placed his hand on my back and slowly hit twice with smile on his face. The beautiful moment of my day.