I Fell First

The classroom of pressure

In a classroom filled with intellectually sharp minds, where discussions often spark like fireworks and questions flow endlessly, stands the distinguished figure of topper Krish. With a knack for grasping complex concepts effortlessly and a natural talent for academic excellence, Krish is the beacon of knowledge in the class, Obviously a tragedy for slow learners.

Among this sea of bright and sharp minds, Vishika, Nisha, and Isha find themselves struggling to keep up. Despite their determination and hard work, they often find certain subjects or topics challenging to comprehend. Their desks, surrounded by stacks of textbooks and notes, serve as a testament to their relentless efforts to bridge the gap between their understanding and that of their peers.

As Krish effortlessly and quickly answers the questions posed by the teacher, Vishika furrows her brows in concentration, attempting to decipher the intricacies of the lesson. Isha diligently takes notes, hoping to catch every piece of information shared during the lecture, while Nisha quietly tries to make sense of the mathematical equations scribbled on the board, In just a pretense!.

Yet, despite their struggles, there's a sense of camaraderie within the classroom. Krish, recognizing the efforts of his classmates and as an asshole that he is, just stands and laughs, though sometimes He patiently explains difficult concepts, breaking them down into simpler terms that Vishika, Nisha, and Isha can understand.

During group activities or study sessions, Vishika, Nisha, and Isha find comfort and support in each other's company. They form study groups, where they share their strengths and weaknesses, helping one another navigate through the academic challenges they face.

As the lunch bell rings, signaling the much-awaited break, students flood out of classrooms, eager to savor the freedom of the lunch period. Krish, with his high ego, goes towards his bag takes out his meticulously packed fried rice, and sits on the last bench of the middle row looking forward to enjoying his meal.

Unbeknownst to him, a mischievous group of funny classmates have their eyes set on his lunch. With stealthy movements, they approach Krish's table, their hands itching to snatch a taste of his delicious fried rice. In a swift and coordinated move, they swoop in and grab Krish's lunch, much to his surprise and fun.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the bench, a group of girls stands together, chatting and giggling as they watch the scene unfold. They find amusement in the boys' antics, exchanging playful glances and laughter as Krish attempts to reclaim his stolen lunch.

Tejaswi enters the classroom with an air of entitlement, her demeanor radiating arrogance and self-importance. She carries herself with a haughty attitude, believing herself to be superior to her peers. As she sits down at her designated spot, she unpacks not one, not two, but three lunch boxes, each filled with meticulously prepared meals. What a free time!

With a demanding tone and a pout on her lips, She acts like a princess, expecting nothing short of perfection in every aspect of her life. If the food isn't to her liking or if she perceives any flaw in her surroundings, she doesn't hesitate to voice her critics loudly and unabashedly, which she thinks is cool and true, but no it isn't a person shall have a mouth filter to know what to say and what not to.

Tejaswi's behavior is often characterized by immaturity and childishness. She throws tantrums when things don't go her way, stamping her feet and demanding immediate attention from her classmates and teachers alike. "What an attention seeker!" Vishika and Isha mutter in their heads. Her ego knows no bounds, as she believes herself to be above reproach and deserving of special treatment at all times.

Furthermore, Tejaswi's relationship with her mother only fuels her sense of entitlement. She constantly seeks validation and reassurance from her mother, running to her at the slightest hint of dissatisfaction or discomfort. Tejaswi manipulates situations to garner sympathy and support from her mother and yea some stupid friends, using her as a crutch to navigate the challenges of everyday life.

Vishika and Isha watch in disbelief as she continues to act out her melodramatic antics, oblivious to the eye-rolls and whispers that follow in her wake. Yet, despite her flaws, there's a sense of pity for Tejaswi, as her arrogance and immaturity only serve to isolate her from forming genuine connections with those around her.

Finally, the lunch finished and after two lectures the school dismissed. Vishika and Krithi together went to their bus and waited for Ms. Late_est till her arrival.

Vishika's eyes sweep across the crowded bus, searching for the familiar yet elusive presence of the ? boy who often sits quietly by himself. Among the chatter and movement of the other students, she hopes to catch a glimpse of his silent figure, but her search yields no results.

A sense of disappointment settles over Vishika as she realizes that the seat usually occupied by the ? boy remains unclaimed. The empty space serves as a stark reminder of his absence from school that day.

As the bus rumbles along its route, Vishika's thoughts drift back to the mysterious boy. She wonders about the reason behind his absence and if he's alright. Despite never exchanging a single word with him, she feels a strange connection to him, drawn to his quiet demeanor and enigmatic presence.

Throughout the journey, Vishika finds herself stealing glances at the vacant seat, a pang of longing tugging at her heart. She hopes that the ? boy will return soon, bringing back the sense of intrigue and curiosity that has captivated her since they first crossed paths.

As the bus reaches its destination and students begin to disembark, Vishika's gaze lingers on the empty seat for a moment longer, silently wishing for the ? boy's swift return.

Lets see how it unfolds further........

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