What? Its been two months or three ? or ages, probab ?. Why are you looking at me like that? . Am I following someone named Poojitha ? there’s been a mistake . No, no mistake.Not really. Well,school started and exams ( those things started too), and I fighting my guilty consiousness by saying that I am blogging because it improves my english and I am really contributing for my next exam ( duh. do you even read that subject ?). I am in eighth grade right now and the teachers have already started boasting about how tough ninth and tenth is gonna be, yadda , yadda, yadda. Its really started to annoy me tough and scare me from the inside. I haven’t even started THINKING about I am going to do after school, and there they go, its gonna be really tough, we”ll hardly score you,enjoy you time in eighth grade,cause you are not even going to have time to breathe.
Yes, its gonna be hard . Not.
Last year it was fun tough. Nobody said a word about the next year and the future which came afterwards! (thats unfair) last year , we remained KIDS , being all childish , NEVER EVER touching the textbooks until the day before the exam but still getting full marks ( after negotiating with teachers until they had no choice but to agree in the end). I tought the days would never run away from me , seventh would always stay with me. I know I am being silly , but come on ! everyday held in store memories for me . We were close knit all girl group of 5.
Soon it the half-yearly exam . Ok , we still have a full half year to go. AND, the quart-yearly exam , . We still had 50 days to go. Soon it became 10 days . 5 . 3 . 1 . and then the annual exam , ( where we at least use to sneak out of our respective examination halls just for the sake of seeing each other ).Soon came the holidays . I could never imagine why I longed for my holidays to come when I was at school in seventh. looking back, the laughter and the teasing rings in my head , picture flashes of fights which didn’t even last a day long.
Soon it was all over . Eighth grade. Different classes. Tight schedules. Competitions. but thats the glory of middle school,they say,every year , you get new pals , that’s the beauty of it. I couldn’t agree less. I mean, yes, every year I had a different favourite friend , they keep changing. But seventh was special. I didn’t hang out with a cooler gang before. All the fun , the dumb charades during lunch, nicknaming our sports teachers, sleeping during physics period , our class teacher , who was super-cool and most of all…us.The friendship. Hugs. I couldn’t get any this year.
To top it all,we had a fight. I mean, I had a fight with all of them. For a silly reason tough. The thing is , I used to sit with our all-rounder ,gaaaaaang leader , S . during ALL yoga periods. And this year , she didn’t save me a seat on our first yoga period of the year. We used to fight over silly things like these. But we use to cry, lots of sorrys and we will join back together. So I sat in the last row, not having any one to speak to.
But when she looked back at me , I didnt look at her. That was the biggest mistake. I could feel her eyes on me , but I pretended. She waited for me to turn , like for 20 seconds , I was a little annoyed , I mean, I used to save HER a seat almost all throught the last year , and she didn’t even return the favour ONCE. Not a very big mistake. And then she turned . I kept on looking at her back, this time determined to smile at her , even when she ACCIDENTLY turned. But she never did. Not even once. Tears streaming in my eyes, I went to apologize to her near our closed cs lab( our daily meeting place ) but she pretended I didn’t exist. Others tried to act normally tough , chatting about teachers and exams but I was very much worried inside , I was scared we would all drift apart. The last thing I would ever want in my whole life.
AND then it happened. Usually , I would be dying for my sports period, where we would all meet and well….old times. But it never happened. I tought we would play shuttle , and everything would come back to normal.Boy, I was wrong. She never came to me and I never went to her. Our fight , however silly or serious it was , would never last more than 2 days. But it is over a week now. I look longingly at them, to be a part of the gang , which is where I actually belonged and felt like home. Others talk normally to me but I feel separated. The main purpose why I am writing this is , after posting it on wordpress I am going to post i on google+ too. In case she stumbles on my post and happens to read.I guess the more mature we become, more ego we devolop.If only I had looked at her and made a face. Everything would have come back to normal.
In case if you read this post , S. I am still waiting for you.
And yes dear readers, who so very well write better post than me, my novel is done and ready. Thats a very big tick on my hols resolution chart.So you can expect the next post to be the start of the serial.