2 Chapter 1

As I walked down the corridor searching for my class, I felt people looking at me. Maybe they noticed a few changes in me. I wasn't wearing huge glasses anymore, my hair's pulled up tightly in a neat ponytail and I was not wearing an oversized uniform anymore and no, I wasn't wearing uniform 2-3 sizes shorter than me. I was wearing just my size.

I paused for a bit, feeling nervous as I stood in front of my class. Finally, I took a deep breath and opened the door while keeping a bit distance. Confused why I kept a bit distance?

You see, I have been through a lot of pranks and it's safe to say that the maximum of them are connected with this door. Once there was a bucket of water; once there was a bowl full of chalk dust, and I should remind you that I am highly allergic to dust and thus, I had to spend the entire day sneezing with my nose swelled up. In short, I experienced hell that day. Oh! I almost forgot, once there was a paint bucket. It took me 3 hours of shampooing to remove the paint from my hairs and I had to wash my uniform 6 times to restore it to its previous glory (mark my sarcasm).

Back to the present, I was still standing in front of my class with the door wide open and fortunately, this time the entrance was clear. As soon as I stepped in my class, I was greeted with a tackle-hug. Trust me, I love cuddling but tackle-hugs are so not my type.

'I...can't...breath", I said, which was barely a whisper due to the lack of air in my lungs.

"Oh! I am so sorry, Sam! Are you alright?" Zahira asked and started beating my back with her fist like she was beating a drum.

Meet my best friend Zahira Singh. She is a great friend but a greater spy. She literally has dirt on everyone. Even on some teachers and our Principal. She is the cocky and snarky one in the group. She has jet black hairs with light brown eyes and tanned skin tone which highlights her eyes even more. Long story short, she's beautiful.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm alright but I don't want my spinal cord dislocated, so you can stop beating it like a drum," I said with a sigh. Since my energy level went down to zero after that hug and that beating. Yes, your guess is right, I am very athletic (mark my sarcasm).

"Oops! Sorry..." She said with a faint giggle and a nervous smile.

"Where are the others?" I asked

"They are right there, enjoying the show.....which is now over? When did the show get over? Ugh! I missed the climax!" She said and pointed towards the third row, middle desk, where my other two friends are sitting.

Damini Roy Chowdhury and Aisha Biswas. While Zahira has beautiful eyes, Damini is blessed with long, smooth, and shiny jet black hairs and Aisha has the figure to die for and here I am filled with flaws.

As we moved towards them I realised Damini was eating something. Oops! I should have known. Obviously, it's chocolate! Damini is crazy about chocolates, and no one, I repeat, NO ONE, is allowed to touch her chocolates and even if by mistake you do then, best of luck, I guess.

"Hey, guys! What are you—" my sentence was cut short by another tackle-hug! Urgh! Not again! Damini released me and looked at me with wide eyes and excitement clear in the... Uh oh, something's clearly wrong in here.

"I missed you, my baby!" She said, more like squealed but still.

Aisha gave me the pity look and said, "She is high on chocolates, again. It's her fifth chocolate bar, since this morning."

I nodded at Aisha and hugged Damini back, "Aw! I missed you too Mini but you don't want your chocolate stash to be empty, now do you?"

Damini released me and shook her head. She can be an emotional rollercoaster sometimes. I continued, "Then why don't you wrap this chocolate back and save it for the end of the day? We need to go to the assembly in a few minutes."

She nodded her head and slowly wrapped her chocolate back and kept it in her bag.Mc

"That's like a good girl!" I grinned at her which she happily returned.

If you guys have already guessed it, then yes, you are right. I am the mother of the group, Mini (Damini) us the fashionista and the baby, Zahira the reporter and the spy and Aisha is the nerd.

"So, what show were you guys watching?" I asked

"Actually, that's what made me eat up so many chocolates and go on the emotional roller coaster! You know allergic I am to Melodrama and that which was doing exactly that, right in front of my me!" Damini said

"Saheli? What did she do again?" I asked

Well, let's welcome Saheli Roy, The Queen B of our class. Her dad is a trustee of our school and thus she gets away with everything. She's annoying as hell, nagging is her middle name (not literally though). Oh and let's not forget how my presence affects her in this class because according to her, I am below her.

"I still don't know, how can she come up with a new melodramatic topic every month!" Zahira said

"Well, this time it was too much! She was whining about our mandatory art class and how the paints are going to affect her manicured nails!" Mini said while rolling her eyes.

"And it isn't even allowed in school. According to school disciplinary rules, under section B, rule number 20, it is clearly stated that NO STUDENTS ARE ALLOWED TO KEEP LONG NAILS OR WEAR NAIL POLISH AND NAIL ART IS RESTRICTED TOO. But...." She trailed off

"She is the school trustee's only daughter." We all said together.

"But that wasn't even the worst part!" Zahira said and nudged Mini, "Mini tell her!"

"Oh yeah! And the worst part was when her minions started crying! Like who the fudge cries for someone else's manicured nails?" Mini said rolling her eyes so hard that for a second, I was scared that her eyeballs might get stuck back there!

"And—" Aisha's words were cut off by the Assembly bell.

"Well, looks like it's time to go," I said as we went to the assembly hall together.

The hall was crowded and very noisy as previous year prefects were helping the first to fourth grade students in lining up according to their heights and to maintain one hand distance from each other and all.

We found some students from our class standing at the very end of the hall. As we moved towards them, I bumped into someone.

"Sorry", I mumbled and looked up to find my least favourite person (obviously after that witch) standing there with anger in his eyes.

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Author's note:

Hey guys, hope you liked the first chapter and don't forget to vote if you do. And do tell me what you think about this chapter in the comment section. I will be back with a new chapter next week. Till then, happy reading. Stay safe.

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