Chapter 1

Year 2006

"Nia, borrow notes." ask Fauzi

"I borrowed from Fitrah, I've been to him for the first time in class, I'm very excited in STPM.", My reply grows

"Ala, I'm sorry for her, I'm so sorry."

"It's fate." My reply

"It's a bad thing, just like the oil I saw." Usah Fitrah

"Romeo?"

"Yela, I know that Mrs. Tan Chiew Tyng has a note, I have to borrow it, I'm sorry."

"It's just the same two, it's a mistake to copy, I'm sorry I'm a victim." I scoffed. Fauzi and Fitrah just smiled cleft.

The commotion in the classroom made my head dizzy. I tried to darken my eyes. It's just going to be good, my desk is knocked out loud. The scorpion from Fitrah causes me not to be angry.

"Weh, I'm sorry to hear that I'm messing with Fauzi." I said while backing up.

"Sorry, Nia, Puan Amanina called, she asked you to submit a meeting last week."

"Meeting? It's not me, I've passed on Khairul la asked him." Fitrah then gets Khairul. Without much love, Khairul continues to submit a meeting of the Malay language association meeting.

"Sis, please edit the proposal for the camp." Really love it. Indeed, Khairul called me with brother's call because our date of birth was just a day apart.

"My dear, did not edit it? It's okay to edit it anymore to any other proposal that needs editing?" I ask a question.

"Usik, like a mechine gun, this proposal for Ampangan Resort camp programs for PRS students." Light of Khairul.

I just smiled and nodded, "When do you mind?"

"End of this month,"

"Okay, here's thumdrive." Khairul just nodded.

Rise up the eyes to see the computer screen. Finally editing work is ready. I prepare all the equipment for tomorrow's school session. After 12 o'clock in the evening, then my eyes are good.

"Nia, get up, go by." Call my mom, Mrs. Azidah

I quickly showered and dawn prayers. The clock on the wall shows exactly 6.45am.

"Where did you get this bus?"

Without breakfast I kept kissing my mother's hands and running to the bus stop. My fate is good, no matter how long the bus arrives. Travel takes 20 minutes. More 5 minutes foyer gate will be closed. I had to brush the cloth and run fast.

But, I'm still passing by, "Bro, this is the first time I've come late, I've never been able to do it, for me to come in. After all, it's the opening day of the ceremony for PRS students." I'm trying to seduce.

My fate is good, the coordinator's teacher asks the supervisor to let me in. I just gave a sweet smile.

In busy checking the name of the teacher who replaced Mr. Radha Krishnan, suddenly his shoulders were softly patted.

"Sorry, teacher call me?" I asked to Mrs. Lim. Mrs. Lim smiled with my behavior.

"Neither, your new classmate, you're going to be in the yer class, I have other things to do." Puan Lim's direction. I just nodded. We smile.

"Come with me, show me the class." New students and I walk alongside. There is a itching whistle that is given every time we go through another level class. Well, the ACS is full of male students. Female students are only form 6 students and above only.

"Okey boys and girls, we have a new day for you," she said as she asked herself, because I did not get to know her. " Classroom sarcasm with my eyeballs. Similarly with new students.

"There's another, Mr. Radha pi course. So, no teacher incharge." I added again.

I stepped into my seat.

"I want to sit where?" Ask Marha Huamirah.

"Oh, you're sitting next to Nazrin, because it's empty." My direction. Maira just nodded in agreement.

School sessions run as usual. This year is the year I and my friends will fight in the field of examinations. STPM exams are scheduled for a week after SPM students answer questions.

"Nia, dah ready for STPM?" asked Fitrah

"Almost done. But a few things came out, and makes me fussy."

"Rilex la, beb. Try our best. Insyaallah be fine," replied Fauzi. I just smile and keep the reading down.

STPM Exam

"Students, tie all your answer papers, make sure your turn-by-turn numbers and identification numbers are written in each answer sheet." The direction of the responsible supervisor.

After the answer sheet is quoted, all students are rushed out of the examination hall. Each one exhibited different reactions. Some are sour, some are happy. I am no exception. Finally, it was also a torture exam. Stay waiting for the decision.

"Fitrah, this day, can not join it, it's quick to say," he said,

"It's okay, let's set time, let's hang out."

"Okay, bye, Assalamualaikum."

I walked out of the school building. My elder already waiting at the gate.