A LOVE AGAIN!!!

EP 3

'I tried talking to you!' this was the only thing that was running in my head. I was wondering when did he try talking to me and i didnt respond because i was actually dying to make a conversation with him. This question made my whole midschool life flash infront of me.

It was one unfortunate morning in june, 2014 where my mom seperated me and my beloved bed who was the love of my life for the whole vacation. 'Get up!!! get up!!! you enjoyed all day sleeping for the past 2 months , its the first day of school, you cant be late! get up!' yelled my mom from kitchen.

I remember rolling all over the bed trying to end my beautiful relationship with it and left to school with lots of anxiety and some happiness thinking how are my new classmates gonna be?

I finally reached school and stood beside the front gate. there were lots of new faces, a warm breeze making the situation more ambient, the flowers withering, trees dancing in joy hearing the children's laughter. I was confused where the class would be and was very much disappointed when i got to know it was on the second floor. Like, who will climb two floors with that heavy bag?

I entered the class and saw half of my classmates were new. I sat beside Meera, my best friend.

'Our class teacher is our math teacher too! Heard she's strict' sighed Meera.

'So our first period is gonna be math everyday?? Why are we so unlucky? cried another voice from behind.

I knew i was quiet unlucky but i didnt deserve math as the first period everyday.

'Meera!! isnt it our first day today, who are those people over there? They already seem pretty close?' i asked out of curiosity.

'They are from the same section.. Why would they shuffle us? Our gang of 7 became 2 now... yaa!! Diya, where are you looking at ? I am talking to you' shouted Meera.

' I dont even feel like sitting here, i miss our friends' . I stepped out of the class.

I was standing outside the class staring at the messy, noisy corridor. I couldnt accept the fact that none of my friends were with me in my class except Meera. More than I missed my friends, i was frustrated with a 'Math teacher' being our class counsellor and the very first period is gonna be Maths.

Every instinct I had prompted me to run away from school.

Then, I heard a voice which almost startled me.

'Excuse me! Is this sixth C?'