I just knew that farah moved here again last month. I just then realized that I was too busy that I didn't even feel her presence. She told me that she didn't like to live abroad. So, her parents just gave her money and moved herself here. Yep, just.like.that.
We were walking to school and stopped by the bus stop. As the bus arrived, we chose to sit on the back.
We are now in tenth grade. Farah spent her grade nine abroad and I think she couldn't adjust herself there that's why she's here. Not that I don't like her coming back though. I mean, Its a big opportunity to study in a luxurious school. I think she just couldn't adjust with the people there. The fancy things, girls and their face full of make-up, the popularity.
But, we have different opinions and the way of thinking.
***
We arrived at Newt Gingrich Academy. Damn, this school is awesome, but sometimes horrible; because of the paperworks.
Sadly, me and farah are not classmates, my room is on the 3rd floor, while farah on the other hand, at the 5th floor.
Newt Gingrich Academy doesn't have stairs. We have elevators and escalators. In the cafeteria, you can see pizza parlors, small restaurants and fast food chains. Evertything is air conditioned. Even the hall ways. Well, except for the comfort room. But the teachers? Hmm. some are 50% kind. 50% strict. I told you, this school is awesome. The principal is even cool!
We, students are well-disciplined in NGA, but we can't avoid mean ones right? But our neighbor school? Opposite.
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This is the first day of class. As usual, we introduced ourselves in front. Since it's the first day, we didn't have much to do. Our teachers just discussed the grading system and other lessons.
When lunch came, I didn't see farah. Even her shadow. I forgot where she goes when she's missing. I can't remember.
I can feel hunger now. I'll just set aside the thought and eat first. I'll find her later.
As I entered the cafeteria, it's full of students. Our schedule is not yet done that's why our lunch time is the same. That's why all the food chains are occupied.
I went to the right side of the cafeteria. The right side consists of tables, chairs, counter,water dispenser and the kitchen. Just like normal cafeterias. While on the left side, there you can see the small restaurants and others.
As I walked, I can see eyes laid on me. I know what they're thinking. I can even hear their whispers. I guess it's no longer a whisper since they say it loud for me to hear on purpose.
'Omygod, don't tell me she's still on her daily routine?'
'Yeah right, I'm so ashamed of her'
'I pity her'
'For a rich kid like her? Why would she do that? If I were her, I would be totally disgusted!'
I'm used to it. I don't care what they think. I'm happy about what I'm doing. Let them think what they want. At least, I'm kind enough to help others than to waste my time doing make up and entertaining boys that don't even care about them.
My daily routine is to go to the kitchen and help them wash the dishes, and even prepare food. I just feel guilty when I see the workers feel tired and sweaty. Some students here are playing with the janitors, making their work more difficult. And, some are taking them for granted.
As the President of the council, I declared that whoever does something wrong, will have a punishment. Either clean the whole comfort room, cafeteria,mop the floors, and even wash the dishes.
As of now, some are changing themselves for the better. They just couldn't accept the punishments. That's why. Since every one is doing good, I'm the one who is helping! There's nothing wrong about it ;)
A/N: VOTE AND COMMENT PLEASE! THANKYOUUU ❤ sorry for short chapters :--( I promise, the 3rd chapter will be loong!
