The holidays were over and it was time to go back to school. The same old school in which I had been studying since past 5 years. Now I will be promoted to grade 11.
The mischiefs done in the past grades were left behind in the past and the resolutions made after the last year's result were also forgotten.
The classroom that used to be on 2nd floor would now be changed to the one on 3rd floor. Classrooms change as we get promoted from one grade to the next one.
The wild breaking news about those who were failed and will be repeating the class, was a common gossip amongst the crowd that was surrounding me. To be honest, I didn't care about who is failed and who is not. I was standing outside the classroom, amongst the bunch of students who were crowding the corridor.
I was hoping to see my old friends, Kazuro and Hiroyama. I gripped the stainless steel bar of the corridor and was looking down at the buses and the kids and high school boys and girls hopping out of them.
I waited and waited but there was no sign of them. A few minutes later, I saw Miss Hitch Hocker at the far end of the corridor. I didn't want to get scoldings from her on the very first day of the school. Without even glancing up at the metal plate on which classroom numbers are written, I hurried into one that was right in front of me.
I looked around and was baffled to see all new faces.
"Damn. Wrong section." I was just going to step back out of the classroom, but Miss. Hitch Hocker gestured me to go inside. Everyone at the school called her Miss Hitler, because she was always spotted scolding some or the other student. Everyone was afraid of her.
"I will attend the first lecture in this section and then go back to 11th A," I thought as I looked throughout the classroom, searching for an empty place. I didn't tell her that I came into this classroom by mistake, firstly because I was afraid of her, and secondly because everything happened so quickly that I couldn't even think how to tell her. Along with this, I was hesitating also because I didn't want the boys and girls to laugh and mock at this goofy behaviour of mine.
"You may sit with this girl on the first bench, Davis." Miss Hitler pointed towards the girl with long brown braided hair. I was awkward and felt super shy. I wasn't bold enough in the matter of girls, but I pretended to be confident.
I moved towards her and she pulled her bag closer to herself, giving me some space to sit. I sat at the left corner of the bench. We were sitting at the far ends of the bench, with two large bags in between us. I guessed she was also nervous to sit with me.
Miss Hitler introduced herself to us and told us the subject that she would be teaching us. I wasn't interested in it, because I wasn't supposed to be sitting in that classroom at all!
As always, we were asked to introduce ourself one by one, by telling our names and other general stuff. It was then, when I came to know that the girl with whom I was sitting was Mayomi and was new to this school.
Miss Hitler told us a few general things about her subject, Chemistry and left the classroom.
As soon as she left, I took my bag and hastily left the classroom. I sighed and looked at the metal plate, "11th B."
"I knew it." I murmered to myself and went inside the neighbouring classroom, "11th A." I saw Kazuro and Hiroyama sitting on the last bench. I walked towards them and sat between them, like I always would.
"Where were you, Davis?" Kazuro asked me with a frown in his forehead.
"I accidentally went into the other classroom..." I explained them.
"Ok!" Hiroyama almost ignored me and turned back to Kazuro, "Hey, hey!", He giggled and whispered to Kazuro, "You were telling me about Sukoi! Please tell sometimes more."
I ignored the topic of Sukoi. I rolled my eyes and muttered to myself, "Huh! Another new actress..."
I didn't like them discussing about that topic, because I was always behind in the knowledge on this subject. They would always discuss about new TV shows and Dramas and movies and celebrities stuff. They would go on talking and I would always feel a little ignored.