WHY NOT FRIENDS

Chapter:6 First Day Of School

Beep! Beep!Beep! My alarm clock rang at 6 am. I woke up fresh unlike others who wake up with sleepy faces and run out of time.
I wore my cycling pants and T-shirt and went for jogging .I took my earplugs and phone , that's obvious, along with me. For me being fit is really important. Starting a day with workouts keeps us energized the whole day.
After living in New York for few weeks , now I am accustomed to the lifestyle here.
For jogging about half an hour, I went back.
I had a refreshing shower. After that I irked at choosing the dress for the first day of school. Though I don't have assortment of clothes that other teenager girls have. But I m happy . I decided to wear jeans and a black top which read ' I'm perfectly imperfect.'
Before leaving for breakfast, I checked whether I m carrying all the important materials. I scanned my room that everything was kept in proper place and went down for breakfast . There was no hurry. Everything that I did was going with the flow of time.
I had pancakes with strawberry syrup above it and headed for the school. My mom and dad wished me best of luck.

It was 8:20am . I reached 10 minutes early . The school is already bustling with activities. There are new faces. I feel a bit uncomfortable as I m unknown to everyone and they are unknown to me. I didn't know where to go. I am looking for some teacher who would guide me but I found none. While I was busy examining the corridors and classroom, I bumped into someone. Luckily I bumped into a girl. At first I ignored her facial features but after a second.....
She was fair and thin. Her not so long and not so short brown wavy hair fell on her shoulders so well. She wore a beautiful frock. The frock suited her so well. It did not look vulgar even though it was a bit short . She had a spectacular figure. She was admirable. I told sorry to her.
She said," It's OK, I m sorry too." Her voice was so feminine and she was polite.
" No, no, its my mistake , I was walking without watching my steps. " I said.
She once again replied by saying its OK.
" Hi! My name is Ally Smith." she introduced herself.
" What's your name? "she asked expecting me to tell her my name.
" My name is Jasmine Rogers. " I introduced myself.
Before I could say that I am new here she cut me off and asked , " I haven't seen you before. Are you new here?
"I was about to say that but you asked me before, yes I m new here." I said.
"Oh sorry "
"Ally , can you help me out , how to go about ? I don't know where to go." I pleaded her.
She said," Of course. I was in a hurry to submit my assignment to Mrs. Collins. I am going there, you can come with me. She will help you out. Come with me."
I found Ally polite very polite. Through her body language she looked rich and arrogant but she is not even 1% of arrogant . I always had an impression that rich people are arrogant but she proved me wrong .
I followed her.
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"Good morning Mrs.Collins, I m here to submit my assignment. ", she conversed with the teacher while I was stranding beside her like a statue listening to them.
"Ally you are late this time", she said to Ally.

"Mrs.Collins , she is Jasmine Rogers. She is new here. " Ally said.
Mrs.Collins was looking at Ally while she was speaking and shifted her glance over me when she introduced me.
She looked strict and her wrinkles hinted that she was in early forties.
"Oh! I see ."
"Jasmine , welcome to our school, hope you enjoy studying here. " she said warmly.
" I will "
She explained me the nitty-gritty of the school like rules and regulations, academic year etc. She gave me the keys of my locker and my timetable. After that she dismissed wishing me good day and now I am suppose to attend my first class. I glanced at my timetable , the first class was mathematics. Not bad for the start.
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I reached my class. Students were already seated and were waiting for the teacher . As I entered the classroom, the students who were talking became silent now and were watching me with keen eyes . I hate people staring me like that . They were watching in an unusual way as if I were the principal who came to punish the innocent. I took the second seat as it was empty.
After that everyone started asking me the same question , was I a new student. I got irritated answering the same question again and again.
Soon our math sir came. I got to know that his name was Mr.Dawson.
While he was busy writing the name of the chapter on the board, someone I don't know who maybe a loafer from back bench shouted that there is a new girl in the class.

"Really" Mr.Dawson said surprised.

I raised my hand and introduced myself to the sir and students.
"Good Morning , I am new here and my name is Jasmine Rogers. "
"Welcome to our school. We hope you get comfortable soon over here especially while learning math.", he said.
I smiled back signalling a thank you.
He started to teach trigonometry. Its my favourite topic.
While Mr. Dawson was solving sums , I was blurting out answers even before he read the questions. I am attentive and enjoying myself and Mr. Dawson was impressed with .
When looked around , I found others suffering from boredom, they yawned and showed least interest.
Some were sleeping, some texting messages under the desk. I found them frivolous students who just come to school to pass their time rather waste their time doing nonsense.
They must have thought that I am buttering Mr.Dawson but I wasn't . I just love the subject . Its not my problem that they don't like that subject. I am here for myself. After that the class ended and Mr.Dawson appreciated me .

Consecutively classes started and ended........it was a break .I am happy that there's a break .

I am sitting in the cafeteria alone munching my burger when suddenly someone popped out from nowhere......... I was shocked ...... It was Ally.

"Do you remember me?", she asked sitting on the adjacent chair beside me.
"Of course , I do . For God's sake I don't have short term memory ."
" I got scared ", I said .
She apologized and asked," So, how was your day so far?"
" It was good."
"Where are you actually from?" she asked me .
" I was living in Montreal before with my parents and my father is a computer engineer . He got a job here in one of the best companies in New York. So we shifted here. ", I said without breathing.
" Oh! Which company? "
" He works in the company called ' Smith Corporations '."
When I mentioned the name of the company where my father works in, a smile was formed on her face.
Wait!!!! She might be smiling because her surname and the company 's name is same or even her father might be working there too. Come on she is not a baby to smile on such lame things like same pinch stuff.
I did not guess any further and waited for her to speak.

"Why are you smiling? " I asked coz I am dying of curiosity.
"Did I say something wrong or cracked a joke?" I said.

"No, no . Actually the company where your father works is my dad's company. "she said.
Ohhhh means she is filthy rich......

The bell rang indicating that the break was over and I have to attend classes.
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The bell rang . At last this bell was the signal that the today's day of school has ended. I was relieved . By the way the day wasn't that bad. It was good.
And I can say dad and mum that I tried making a friend.
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Alas! I forgot that today was not only my first day of school but also the first day of working part time at the cafe.
I took the bus and stopped near the cafe.
The name of the cafe was ' Tea Trails' . It was a popular one in that block. I got to know that the owner of the cafe was Mr. Ray but the place was bought by Louis, son of a rich estate agent. He was kind enough not to close the cafe as it was popular and its coffee was admirable.

As soon as I entered the cafe, the aroma of coffee and cakes made the environment mesmerizing.
It has mainly brown and black colour furniture . The chairs and tables were fashionable. There were dim lights hanging from ceiling. There were quotes hanging on the walk like quotes related to motivation and coffee . There was one quote ,' Coffee is one friend of the unfortunate. ' and many more. I met other workers as well.
Miss Flora was cashier there. She instructed me how to go about. She explained me everything and told me to join from tomorrow. I work was to take orders and make coffee.
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I was back home.
My mom asked, "How was your day"
" It was good."
I had dinner slept to start another day fresh."

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Here I go with the sixth chapter. I am excited for this story . Please free to approach me about how you feel so far about the story and suggestions are open heartily welcomed.
Hope you all are smiling ......:-)

With love,
KHMS2003