2 2. Worst days

I literally hates the place and the people out there even though i haven't talked to a single person for the whole day. I was so broke in the thoughts that i have to spend 3years in that hell. It was dungeon and we never get to skip classes or go for a trip or anything. I wonder how i will survive in a place like that even for a week. I had an amazing school where i could be as free as a bird and here i felt myself caged in.

Days passed by and i started talking to my old friend and her name was Zara. Zara already made a friend named Jiya and hence we three became friends and started to find happiness within us. Two weeks almost passed by and I engaged myself in studies and other college works. I almost grabbed our Class Sir's attention because i used to understand his subject well.

I had to go to college and get back home in transport bus which further broke me. I never travelled in bus on my own and i hated waiting at the stop for my bus to come. Our route has very less number of buses and hence the buses which came had passengers almost pushed inside out. I struggled a lot to realise, this is going to be my daily routine for the next 3years.

I didn't even see the face of the boys as i had a feeling in my mind I would eventually be in trouble. So i concentrated on the girls side and was going fine with the 3 or 4 friends which i made. I got a muslim friend named Tiza. And i started liking to talk to her for long. And we four were having a good time with our own jokes and craziness.

One day when i was in class, i saw something intresting. 'Tommy Hilfiger' bag!! I was just shocked to death. Why haven't i noticed that someone in my class have my favourite brand bag. I immediately showed it to the girl sitting next to me and that surprised me even more. She doesn't even know that such a brand exists. But i was super happy that there is alteast a person who has my brand sense. I heard a sound calling out my name and ofcourse sir caught me.

"What are you doing there?"- sir asked

"Umm! Nothing sir." - I answered in a worry.

I was scared whether he would ask why i was staring at the boy's side and that would definitely be a shame.

"You have to behave in class now."- he said in a strict tone.

"Sorry sir." - I sounded pale eventhough i was angry at him for being stupid.

I dont know who all noticed me but i was feeling dumb and hence i kept my head down. I knew the guy who had the bag too stared at me but who cares i haven't seen his face till then. The day ended well and the only thing i had my brain was the "bag".