The rays are tickling my eyes through the curtain. The sun is continuously playing with me. My messy hair hugs my neck. The sudden alarm caused me to pull the blanket tighter around me. The rush to catch the bus after only half breakfast left me feeling exhausted. Every day on the way to college, we endure the conductor's angry remarks, which has become a routine for me as a student. As I arrived at the college gates after walking a few meters, I felt the dawn of a new phase on my first day of college. The classroom doors are open. I don't know why I was so nervous; as soon as I entered, it subsided. The new faces were somehow kind, and it all felt better. Two days have passed, but classes are still ongoing. The next day, as I sat at my bench, a hand suddenly tapped me on the back, and I looked up. My eyes met his when I looked up. Then I shifted my gaze to his messy, curly hair something about it intrigued me. His words enchanted me as he spoke, and captured my attention instantly.
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First Met
Non-FictionJoin me on a journey through my life as a college student, where I'll share heartfelt moments, challenges.this story captures the essence of youth, resilience and self-discovery.