Last year, participation was compulsory. No matter how many excuses I gave, I had to participate. I was enrolled in a dance. I was new in the school and I felt very shy. So my steps became awkward. I looked the best in that crazy costume but I danced the worst. My classmates still remember and laugh about my dancing.
But this year, me and my bookworm pals had decided that no matter how much the teachers scolded us, we won’t participate. Everyone had their own personal excuses, like mine was to be bad at dancing. The practices were starting from Monday.
The bell rung. Our biology teacher, Ms Surbhi, noted down the homework on the board, and giving us a last warning of what would happen to us if we don’t finish our homework on time, she walked out of the class. The next period was of History, taught to us by Ms Gitanjali. But instead of her, our class teacher walked into the class.
She gestured someone outside the class to come in. A boy came in. He had light brown hair, light skin and was tall. His face wasn’t too broad or too thin, but perfect. He definitely did not belong to India. He looked like some European.
He wasn’t wearing the school uniform. So maybe he was a new student.
“Children, this is your new classmate Esan. He has just shifted from North Carolina. He has joined in the mid- term, so it is going to be difficult for him to cope up. I want you all to help him with his studies.” Our class teacher said in a hurry.
She made Esan sit in front of me with Aryan, the boy who stood first in the mid- term.
The row in which we were sitting was meant for studious bookworms. The only ranker who did not sit here was Leela, who stood second this time. She was more of an extrovert. She was one of the cheerleaders.
“You can borrow Mathematics notebooks from Aryan, SST notebooks from Pavak, Hindi notebooks from Naina, Science notebooks from Vedana and English notebooks from Agni.” Ma’am said, patting my back.
Our class teacher, Ms Charu was also our English teacher. She really liked me because I was the only one in the class who could score an A+ in English.
Poor boy, I thought, he doesn’t even know who is who.
Then ma’am, giving a heavy set of instructions to Esan, walked out of the class.
“Hi”, I said to the new boy”I am Agni. If you need any help, please feel free to ask me."
"Hello. I don't know about other subjects but I am definitely going to need help in Hindi and Indian geography."He said and then smiled at me. His smile was charming. His accent was American. But I had nothing to do with his accent or his looks. I simled in return and then started reading my History chapter.
Likewise, everyone introduced themselves to Esan.
Esan did not hesitate or fell shy like I did when I was new. By the end of the day, I started feeling that he belonged more to the school than I did.
Within a week, he became good friends with all the boys, specially Aryan and his best buddy, Pavak. As for the girls, he had been the main center of their attraction as soon as he had stepped into the school. He became the talk of the school, like I had been.
Our situations were very much similar. I had joined my school in the mid- term, so had he. I was good at studies, so was he.
I just wished that unlike me, he wouldn’t be betrayed or cheated upon by his best friends.
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