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1. New start

Ending elementary school and entering secondary school was the worst for me. Sure, everyone has to step a grade every year but going to the 7th grade was the absolute hardest.

Leaving all of my old friends behind and entering a whole new stage where school would be my everything , it seems. I've always heard of boarding schools ; my class teacher Mrs. Millan once asked us in class if any of us were interested going to boarding schools once we step up to the secondary form , since most prestigious schools have hostels for all of their students.

"Who wants to go to boarding school next year?", Mrs.Millan asked class 6A.

A wave of hands from more than half of the students were raised.

" Cairo dear, don't you want to go to a boarding school for secondary form ? " she asked me directly , considering the fact that I had my hands down and my academic performances.

"Umm...I guess not", I shrugged even though I was caugh off guard.

Heck,I didn't even know what 'boarding school' meant at that time.So it was natural for me to dismiss the issue.

I had a good plan at the moment ; continue 7th grade at Evergreen High that was a few steps away from home and have fun with my besties ; Rachel and Taylor. After all they were going there too.

But fate had always have other plans in mind.

After our results were out ; the one that qualified us if we were good enough for prestigious schools , most of my class 6A went to Evergreen High. It was ironic how so many of them wanted to attend boarding school but ended up going to a regular high school instead.

None of us were offered to attend prestigious schools.

And I had to face the fact that I would be going to a school with nobody that I know. It was more ironic as I never wanted to attend boarding school but look where I am now.

Canterlot High ; a boarding school supported under the goverment.

It was then I decided ; it wasn't ironic, more of tragic really.

* * *

It has been 2 years since I joined Canterlot High.I can't say that those 2 years were my best years but somehow I managed to survived.

From the moment I stepped here ; I knew right then that I hated this school.There was something to this school that I can't quite explain.Maybe it was the aura but I'm no psychic to judge.

Now, I'm in my third year and I'm intending to make it my last as well, here.You see, if any of us score (with flying colours of course) in our last term exams (the biggest as well) we could be offered to attend good prestigious schools.Well, far away from here at least.That became my prime vision since I came here.

"Hey Emm, do you put all your books under your desk or do you keep some at your dorm?" I nudged Emily's shoulder with the back of my mechanical pencil.

The first week of school is always confusing for me, especially the first day.We haven't gotten our timetable yet.This ends up with me carrying the entire collection of various subject everyday.It's tiring.You'd think for my third year I'd be wiser but I don't think so. I'm still genuienely confused.

"I guess I keep my books half here and there", she shrugged."Try asking Yosli"; she looked very busy with her drawings.

I turned to my right ; "Yosh, what subject do you think would be after recess?"

Yoshli looks at me with this dumbious look on her face
"Cairo" ; she does that thing with her extremely soft and high pitch voice trying to make her voice sound deeper (she sounds like a chipmunk most of the time)
"How wouldd I knoowww"; she buries her face in her hands in frustration.

"I was just askin'...just to be sure you know" I grinned at her reply.

"You asked the same thing yesterday and the day before" ; she's still looking me with that dumbious look.

"It's becoming a habit", I shrugged.

This year,I consider myself insanely lucky enough to get seats where I could actually feel the breeze of the ceiling fan  and  sit with genuienely good and intelligent people.Emily and Yosli are quite the few that are consistently in the top 10 ranking when it comes to grades.I would be sharing their homework it seems (rubs hands together evilly)

Last year I think I was definitely the most unlucky.
Our desks were arranged in groups (the 21st century education they claim). I was late to class and most of the seats were taken (or saved for absent people by their best friends).I had no choice and was stuck to the group in the middle with Keiran, Rosemary and Astilbe ; the freaks (no, each of them had different reasons and they're not a girl gang -you know what I mean)

There was a reason why people do not want to sit with them.By freaks I'm not downgrading them or anything but it was an unspoken understandment.
Sweet,small Rosemary is a notorious hot headed girl who has a fit for everthing.We ended up fighting about our seats as she did not want to switch places with me (she was to small to see the whiteboard and I had to practically duck my head just to make sure she could see).Astilbe had her ocasional mood swings (nothing to do with that time of the month).I make her cry once right in the middle of a class just because I teased her with this boy she was already shipped with. I would never understand sensitive people.Keiran was an attention seeker ; constantly eyeing boys and she was very clingy to me, telling me about all her problems in the world (I was her only friend).They also relied on me for homework (Cairo,what's that question suppose to mean?^tugs on my answer sheet)(Cairo, none of us can see clearly what's on the whiteboard..let me see yours^notebook gets tugged on again).Sitting in the middle also meant frequently getting pointed by teachers. Together, I was driven to the brink of insanity for the entire year.The memories still haunts me to this very day.

For that I am looking forward that this year would be my absolute best.
As it would be my last too.