I ran underneath the table, and curled up into a ball. “9… 10! Ready or not here I come!” I hear a boy scream excitedly. Suddenly the tablecloth lifts from outside, and a 5 year old boy (a mix of Andrew Garfield’s hair, and Dylan O’ Brian’s face – good looking, i know) comes and curls up next to me. He sniffles a little, and I clamp my fingers over his mouth and he flinched. “Quiet Mio!”(who is mio? never met a mio. I’d sure like to though) I snap ( I guess i took hide and seek pretty seriously when i was 5) I hear scuffling noises of what i suppose is the seeker, and they slowly die down. After around a minute of intense waiting I hear a weird ringing noise. I flinch. I hear it again. This time louder. The tablecloth lifts again. “Ringgg! Tringgg!!!!”
My eyes snap open, as my loud alarm breaks through my dream. I scramble on my bedside table till i pick up my phone and switch off the alarm. “Damn it. I couldn’t finish the dream.” I cringe as I stretch out my numb limbs. And then it hits me. First day of 10th grade. “Ughhh” I grumble, as I drop my legs over the side of my bed. I shuffle to my bathroom, and switch the light on (i think i went blind for a sec) I run my fingers through my hair in some hopeless attempt to not look like i never combed it in my life. I pick up my brush and stare at myself in the mirror as I contemplate why i look so ugly. I switch on the heater as I walk back into room, and flop on to my bed. I stare into the white nothingness on my ceiling. “How nice it would be to be 5 again.” I mumble before reaching out to my phone and checking the time. 6:41. “Damn it! I’m late” I drop the phone and rush to the bathroom.
I skip the stairs as I call out to my mom. “Ma! I’m late! I’m leaving!” She walks out of the kitchen. “Sit down at the table Ananya! Drink your milk!” I look at her and frown. “Now!” I drop my head as I chug the milk down. I cringe as a swallow the horrid taste, and run out of the house. “Bye! See you in the evening!” I stuff my shoes on before leaving the gate open, and jogging down the street.
I walk down the aisle of my bus, as I see a bunch of excited little kids all overjoyed to be going to school (I mean who wouldn’t be? You get nap time! Just wait for a few more years until trignometry and functions take over your life) I walk to the back and slide into my seat. I plug my earphones in and enter the oblivion of the world of music.
I walk into the block and the chatter of about a hundred students cuts through I peaceful music. I see a few familiar faces and smile or wave. I also see new faces, whom I just smile at. I search for my friends for a second before I see one of them staring down at her phone, I silently walk over and scare her. “Hi!” She flinches before turning and smiling. “Hiiii! How was your holidays?” I smile. “Just fine thank you. And yours?” “Same old. Same old.” I smile as I turn to look for Apooo. “She’s there.” Fiza points, and I look in that direction. I silently sneak up on her and hug her. She jumps back. “Oh my god woman! You know I hate hugs!” I laugh. “Of course I do! That’s why I did it.” She scowls as we make our way back to Fiza.
Of course I exchange pleasantries with all my other friends, a few hugs, and lots of smiling. (hard work) Soon enough the teachers started walking in, and we start to calm down. We line up into our sections, and wait for the morning announcements. I look up and down my line, and much to my disappointment there was only a few people that i know. I walk up to Ansh (another friend of mine_. “Ya so basically, you are sitting next to me this year.” He laughs. “Ya fine.”
The first bell rang and I sat down in my seat. The class was still bustling as new students walked in, and old students fooled around. I looked out the window. It wasn’t a particularly nice day, considering it is the first day of school and all, but the weather was chilly, and the skies were a calming grey, and the wind shook the trees just a little…
How cool it would be to sit on a cloud. Plucking off tiny little chunks of cloud like cotton candy. Being able to travel the world, and see everything from above. It may be a little lonely, but who isn’t? instead i’m forced to sit here i this building and study my a** off. Oh when does summer start?
A boy dashes into my desk as he tries to escape some other boy chasing him. (typical idiotic boys in my grade. I try not to expect anything from them) He shoots me an apologetic look (or at least i think that’s what it was supposed to be) before running off. I roll my eyes, as Keya (other bestie) comes to sit next to me. “So 10th grade huh?” “Yup.” I say solemnly. “The boys are still idiots.” “They always are.” I confirm. Just when one of the boys was going to stand on a chair, the teacher walks in. They automatically settle down like the best little kids on the planet. (oh so innocent) “Good morning children. I am your biology teacher…” I lost interest after that, but i heard her talking about hard work, and long assignments, and strict deadlines. And I hate all of those words. Oh when does summer start?
Of course lunch came slower than we all expected. It honestly felt like ages. I wait for Fiza and Apooo to leave the class, and I join them. “How was she?” “Boring, and so not cool.””She’s like a second version of Ms.Bali” “Ouch.” I laugh. “I mean what were you even expecting?” I half listen, half look at the new kids as we walk to our spot. (you know. The place you always sit at during lunch. You know) “Okay, okay.” I cut off Fiza as she repeats like the same point for the 6th time in her rant. “More importantly….” I emphasize just to get her to shut up. “Did you notice any hot guys?” (I really had no hopes for the guys in our grade. But hey! A girl can dream okay 🙂 “Hah no. What were you expecting.” She snorts. “I don’t know! Something!” She laughs. We talk about some new students for about a minute before Apooo gets back to that new Eco teacher of hers. I mean she did last like a minute without ranting about her. Good enough.
I get off the hot, claustrophobic bus and slip the other side of my backpack on my shoulder. I start to walk down the street as some Korean song plays in my ears. (OMG! I haven’t mentioned it yet. But Kpop is life. It’s so beautiful and its just perfection. Go check it out. I will probably have like a whole post just on Kpop once. Wait for it 🙂 As I walk down the street, like I was saying. I looked up from my phone and saw this neat looking guy (u know, with nice hair, and a good jawline. u know what i mean) My eyes met his for a split second, and before I could even smile he had turned away. I swallowed. (Its okay Ananya. Don’t cry) I try to forget about him as I open the gate t my house ad walk up to the door and take my shoes off. I ring the doorbell, and my mom opens. “How was your day?” “Good” I say halfheartedly. “hah. School.” I brother teases. “Oh shut up.” I turn and spit at him. (Who was lazing on the sofa watching some sport on T.V)”Stupid college” I mutter to myself as I walk up the stairs. “At least he won’t be here.” I try to console myself as I lock my room door and take my bag off.
I go to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My hair looked like a haystack from the terrible bus ride, and my face was bloated, and a pimple on my cheek. “Ugh.” I groan.
What if the guy actually liked what he saw? What if he thought I was cute? Will he come searching for me? What if he does see me again, and he asks me out?! And then he is like the sweetest guy. Like he’s funny, and sweet, and chivalrous.
I glance back at the mirror long enough to snap out of it. “God Ananya. You look ugly, and he probably has a girlfriend. You’re never going to see him again, and a guy that good only exists in your dreams.” I dismiss my wishes, but of course I think about him the whole rest of the evening.
Greattttttttttt. And now i’m here! (Still thinking about that dude btw)
So ya. That was my first post. I know it isn’t that eventful. But’ll some days will be. (hopefully). I love feedback, so please comment 🙂
Dreamer ~ Ananya