It's my first day of going to the new school and I woke up now, not with excitement, but with some mean less fears. I can see everyone is happy at home that I am going to any good school and my future is gonna be brighten, but I am thinking literally opposite of it. It have been late, Papa is asking me to be fast to become ready because I am too lazy in becoming ready. However we are reaching to school and this fear and feeling is killing me badly, I want to cry but I can't, I want to jump out of this car and go back to my home, I am missing family but why?, even I met them some minutes ago. As we are entered the school, I don't know where I am going but holding papa's hand. All classes are standing in the lines, but sadness is, I don't know the single person standing in any line and on stage. It's like I am gonna throw myself into lava in sometime. As distance is dwindling between me and that assembly lines, my heart beet is becoming faster and I am filled with tears but still controlling. A problem was not new school but that new environment and winds of different smell were killing me. Here I can't hear illiterate words but a boy on stage talking in English and every student is looking brave and I am fearful if they will laugh on me and my little thinking of village. So my class teacher have already seen me on the day of entry test, that's why she is coming towards me and saying "That's the line of your class, go ahead and leave your bag here beta and take it after assembly because you are late", according to her instructions, I did. Papa is gonna leave me in this unknown crowd now and saying "Okay Wamik" and that teacher said "Ji Ji ap bhaly jao" which means, Sure! U can go. They are finally singing National Anthem with a lot of energy, I want to, but because of these fears, I can't. After the National Anthem, caution giver gave the caution and everyone turned their bodies back and started to wait for the number of own classes. During whole assembly, teachers were rounding and were aware of everything, I never saw any management in the school where I used to study before. It's our term to go to class, I am too slow, so I am lost. I only heard a thing was voice of boots of my classmates during going upstairs because my class fellows ran away faster. I don't know now where is my class. That's the moment, where I lost my control on my tears and they started to fall like rain. I was waiting if someone will see me crying here, many persons passed but they were too much busy in their work, so I was being ignored. Finally peon called 'Ada Sabir' saw me and asked to the teacher of one class if I am her student, she said no but take him to my class and he asked me to go into that class and I went. A teacher with curly hair, she gave me one seat and ordered to be quite, not to cry and disturb the class. After finishing the class she asked me "What's your name?", I was mentally stressed, so I don't wanted to answer her stupid questions and kept my tears continue. She got bored from me and said "shut up otherwise you will get slap from me", I was shocked because I never got slapped from any teacher in the school where I studied before, even there was teachers like devil too. But because I was a good student so I never got a slap from a teacher. And after sometime she went outside and took side class teacher there. O! I think I know her, she is the same teacher who responded in assembly, she said "Oh I was looking for him, yes he is my student", that teacher said roughly "Go now" and said to her "He is really bad student, giving me headache". My heart is wishing for a day when I will be able to discover myself in front of them and show them that I am not bad.So I spent my day in my class with students who got a new toy to play with in their class, of course me and I didn't talk single word that day. I was becoming crazy, because of sudden changes in my life. After many days they just got one answer from me, that my name is. "Wamik" in a brittle voice. They used to make me angry and cry and then laugh on me and then say me sorry and try to make me happy again, but still I don't know who are they and what they want?
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