It was the second day of 9th standard at school. The day was normal. Many new students were in our class. It was awkward and exciting. I was looking forward to this year, not having the slightest bit of hint that it'll be a turning point in my life.
I was sitting in the first row staring ahead when I heard a student at the door, asking the teacher to come in. It was a boy. I didn't look at him. He asked the teacher if this was the class he was supposed to be in and the teacher asked his name.
And the moment he said his name, I felt something . Something I can't quite describe. Something I felt for the very first time. Something quite similar to when you have a crush on someone.
The teacher told him to come in and take a seat. He did so by walking by me. I still didn't look at him.
The teacher then assigned rooms to everyone but me. Upon asking her, she told me to choose the room. I was happy to be the only one to have the privilege to choose. So I chose the room with my friends in it .... and the boy .
