A new year has started. New teachers, new books and new classmates. In a class of 40, I only knew at least 10. The rest were like strangers. Among the 'strangers', one of them caught my attention. The teacher, Mr Tan, was very friendly. He was talking about random activities that we are going to go through.
I was not paying attention in class. My eyes were glued towards that particular direction. No sooner, recess came. Snake long queues formed in front of all the stalls there. My best friend and I managed to get a bowl of noodles each and sat at a corner. My inner self was signalling towards that 'someone'.
After recess, we went back to class and read storybooks as Mr Tan was busy with newsletters. The class was filled with a quiet atmosphere. It almost seemed life was dead in the class. Still, my mind was in a whirl, always looking towards that direction...
