~*NAIRA*~

I feel relieved goons who were all up for bunking with my stand up, this doesn't make me relieved. It's the 6th period, which means, bear two hours then just have joy at home. Gregg, the senior echoes his remarks again. None other than, the same people who were with me yesterday turns up.No one other than us. He directs us to write our names on the paper.I turn, it seems like no one can afford a paper to write names. I tear the paper. I write as obliged.'Fin.Richard.Stacy.Tessy.Naira.'

"No one other than the mentioned", Gregg proclaims holding the paper. The class sings 'no' in unison. For my astonishment, Shane gait into our class justifying Stefy ma'am and murmurs something with Gregg. Oh God..he again.I'd have never stood up it was for him. I can't bear this anymore. Bear what, Naira?.

Snatching the paper from Gregg, he reads out the name aloud. I get goosebumps listening to him reading my name. As Gregg blows out from the class," follow me to there", Shane declares.The hall is broad, tiled in marble, and quite dark. I discern the window welcoming tints of refreshing breeze and sunlight.Sit left, where the window embraced the display of our school's passages that I can have a look and be like, 'im not shivering.I'm just having fun looking outside."

"Won't it allow us to skip at least 2 periods?".I don't want to. What if suddenly this goes all wrong and Shane reported the incident.aha...!!I don't care. Let it be it.

"I wish it would", Tessy replies to Jessica. Both Shane and Gregg are describing what this session is all about. Except me, all others are paying attention, at least to few handsome boys who are standing in front of the board.

"I'm Suhana of 10th grade....", she continues telling about herself and her life."My dream is to become an architect".I wonder how this girl sounds confident and why can't me. I wonder how this girl found her dream and why can't i.

I don't know when will I be finally able to say,' my dreams are to....', which is hard to find as same as the existence in Jupiter.

What if the next lot turns out to be my name?. What will I speak about?. Won't they laugh if I say I don't have any dreams?. What if my friends finally find out that I'm not confident and smart as they believe?. What is Shane finds out I'm not beautiful in my heart who doesn't trust anybody?.Leave alone, Shane!!!.

I don't know why it seems like, when I think, looking through the window, I feel like God is assigning discoveries through gusts and birds chirping.As Gregg is deciding to who to come first I see Shane going through the all names on the paper."Who wrote all these names?",Shane questions which make me pay some attention to the session.

I zoom, I make my eyebrows curved, I lean front.''Fin.Richard.....'.Oh crap, that's by me. Did I make mistakes in writing my name or do they expect me to write it in alphabetical order?. Didn't I capitalize the letters or is it about the way I wrote those?. Should I write in a single line that they hate it in 'one by one' order?.or they need a 'drawing page' not lined one?.Is it that 'S 'Looks like 6 or 8?..naahhh..now I got it!!.....' I'in Fin looks like 'L'......!!"Hm....great", great?...are you joking me?. Shane then breaks his gaze.I think he can see my obscure facade.

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 ~*SHANE*~

 can clearly see how pale and obscure her face is.I dont know whether she knows it.But I'm afraid of the fact that if she recollects that there is something other than those names written on the paper.

I'm strangely ecstatic.I read.Reread Reread.Not the name but something written on the other side which is more like a bridge to hersoul.I know it.

I wanted this kind of things happen.And it happened.Universe is under my detention, my love."I want to become a fashion influencer..", Jessica continues neglecting the distractions by Tessy and Stacy.Her most of the friends are more of weird and goons.May be its only me feel like they are.I know most of their names.

I see her legs brushing the marble. She wipe off sweat buds. Its Stacy's turn. She is trying to widen her sight as if she cant see anything.. She rub her yes then look front.I take my mobile and then go back of the hall.I type things written on that paper.

My yes are gleaming with hope.Heart is beating so fast that it cant wait.But,my mind, says ,its not that good to sneak on someone's personal information.But thats the only thing I have got, i say to my mind.It seems to never mind.

She moves her chair towards the window pane.I Take a seat right back her.How badly I wish I could silence movement of my chairs.Numerous feelings are running through me.I can smell the fragrance of her Shampoo.Pantene.

I peek towards her.I see her hands trembling.The trembling.Is making me feel bad that she is scared.I have been watching her all the while.She got no attention towards neither the session nor me.But for 100percent sure that, multiple tabs are opened in her mind as well as in her heart.

I know what will she do right after this session.Iknow what's she feeling now.i know.The more I think the more evidently it smells.Pantene.

Her hairs are dancing to the rhythm of subtle breeze.Hereyes are so lit that my eyes are so lost for her.But......her hands are quivering.I want to squeeze her hand and say,'it will be alright soon'.I want to pat at her shoulder and say,'oh Naira,its okay.Dont think too much'.I want to make her dance than of her bristles.I want her heart to stay calm not to run.Breathes to slow down not to hassle.Eyes to shine not to be teary.

I sense her movement, this time I quiver for a second and lean towards her and say,"Dont worry !.Wont pick you up today".That isnt what im suppose to say.Thats not!.She dont look into my eyes.She isnt teary but something close to that.I see her hairs still dancing eyes despite the teary eyes."May I go to the washroom, please?".She dont wait for my answers, and I know the second she replied she regrets.For being stupid.I know.

She just turn away like a leaf who was stuck in the branches of pine tree.She gaits away.I know why are you going ,where are you excatly going.

I know.Everything.

MR street.Xerin town.Merkin district.Lok state.India.

Step out of her house.At the gate, turn left.2500 m.The second house in right side right after the grocery shop.Sorry for being not navigating beginning 'step out of my house',cause her house seems so nice to me.

Single floored yet wide[I have never been in].Typical yet vintage.Small garden with her favourite sunflower around.Abernethie,Father works at US.Mother,Clara is a house-maker.Adam,little brother of 6th std.And dont ask me how I did I know.But even if someone asks[but for sure, no one knows].

My uncle,Hars had to make an admission, for his 10 year old,Sarah.I accompanied him despite having revisions for my board exams.Despite one of my cousin brother is free from exams and he was ready to join.Despite he can go all solely.Despite he has a car.Despite he really dont need any damn one to accompany.Still,i accompanied .

I was well bothered about what I want.We stepped into the office.It wasn't busy, yet I managed.My uncle, never looked at me.It was more like I wasn't alive.

"I'd like to...",I never bothered him what he would talk.I stared around.I couldn't find her.Her last school was like huge mansion than our current one.Many students were wandering ,I couldn't find her.

I couldn't.As the uncle was being summoned by principles stood alone in the office.Alone.'Class records',it read.An electrical fluid rushed towards y brain creating explosion.In a couple of minutes I got it.She always excelled in academics not in a nerd way cause I have been watching her.Let me explain her, she talks like a good girl , bunk and play a lot but always scored better.She is strange actually.Strange in a way I want her to be.And I said, i know everything except her mind.But now, its like everything.Her mind is on my palms now.

I'm all ready to dive 

into her thoughts finally

Let her hair dance,

I will dance 

with the words.Let her be teary, 

I will wipe it off.

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