Dear Orange

Letter Two

Dear Orange,

It was finally the day.

Tuesday, 1st December, 2015.

I entered the class nervously. I have to admit, I was very uneasy. Automatically, my eyes moved from left to right and then from right to left. My goal was to silently observe my new class mates, when my attention caught a waving hand. I took a sigh of relief. It was Ujalla, my pre-medical friend. Thank God she had saved a seat for me. Beside her, sat Neha. She give me a jittery smile. I smiled back. What else could I say? We were all in this together.

"What period is it?" I asked Ujalla.

"I'm not sure, the attendant came in saying it might be Physics" she replied back.

We sat there, in wait of our sir, observing the pre-engineering students, and welcoming our own with confused and helpless smiles.

The class was divided into six columns. Three of them at the right were reserved for the girls, while the other three were for the boys. Yes, we sat separately. Who knows what could have happened if we were to sit together!

"Hello there!"

I heard someone saying while tapping on my shoulder. I turned around. Oh. It was a pre-engineerite.

"Hi" I replied back forcing a smile. I was trying my best to be friendly. Because no matter how much I complained, I had to accept facts. The classes weren't going to get separated. So what good was to act all superior and arrogant? Our only way of survival was to mingle in with pre-engineerites. We had to get along.

"Welcome to our class" she smiled back at me.

"Yeah, thanks"

Our class, she said. Haha, well I can't argue with that. It seemed like we were the emigrants and they provided us a home and shelter to stay at. Why do I say this? Well that's because us pre-medical students were approximately 20 in number, where as them? They were 50 student!

Before she could say something else, our sir walked in.

What happened next, I might not be able to put into words! The class was hell. Sir was shouting–no, that's not the right word. Screaming. Yes, he was literally screaming the lecture throughout the period as the students wouldn't keep their voices down. The boys would mimic him as he would turn towards the board. The girls, laughed like hyenas. Sir would turn towards us, giving us a please-listen-to-me look. I pitied him. He was such a nice and sweet person. Why wasn't the class listening to him? That is just so rude.

Your class, Orange, I despised it.
But that is how it was going to be. No point in whining now.

After three lectures, another attendant came in with a clip-board and paper in his hand. It was roll call. For once, the class turned quiet.

"...Roll number 4?"

"Present"

"...Roll number 5?"

"Present"

Our identities here at cram school were our roll numbers. Well of course friends knew each other's names, but the opposite gender and the staff did not.

"...Roll number 6?"

Neha elbowed me.

"Ouch...oh yes, present!" I said in a loud voice. I was lost in thoughts perhaps.
I could hear the boys giggling. Whatever.

The attendant raised his eye-brow, then turned back to the list:

"...Roll number 7?"

And he went on.

"Where are you lost?" Neha whispered.

"No where in particular" I sluggishly replied "Just wondering how I'll spend the next three months here"

"Aww, it'll be alright. Let's be positive"

"Yeah, besides, the girls are quite friendly if you ask me" Ujalla dropped in.

Well I must agree. The girls were okay. But it was the boys who really made me uneasy. Bad boys, they were.
Bad.
I shuddered.
I'm being paranoid. What could possibly go wrong? They're just naughty boys. I'll just not pay any heed to them. That's all. Guys are just attention-seekers. If you do not give them the attention they want, they find you dull and boring. You're unfit for them, not their type. Well I was fine with it.
I come here to the cram school to study, and improve my grades. Not in search for boyfriends.

The day finally ended. I have to say, it wasn't as horrible as I had imagined it to be. It'll take time for me to adjust. It wasn't impossible after all...

Yours Truly,
Roll number 6.