Maybe one sided

Anya was fast asleep, lost in a world far away from reality.

A world she loved more than anything.

In her dream, she stood inside a small, cozy house nestled between silent mountains. The air was calm, almost magical, carrying a soothing stillness that wrapped around her like a warm blanket. The house was filled with soft toys, fairy lights glowing gently in every corner, and everything looked dreamy, perfectly arranged just the way she liked it.

She stood by the kitchen window, watching the mountains outside while making herself a cup of tea.

Anya loved tea.

It wasn’t just a drink for her. It was a feeling, a habit, a quiet companion in her imaginary world where everything obeyed her wishes.

As she poured the tea into her cup, she walked toward the lounge, her eyes still fixed on the peaceful view outside. She took a slow sip—

And suddenly—

A loud sound shattered everything.

“Anya! Wake up! It’s 7:30! Get up, you’re getting late!”

The mountains vanished.

The house disappeared.

The cup slipped from her hand, gone.

Her eyes snapped open.

Reality hit.

She was lying on her bed, surrounded by soft toys, just like in her dream, but this time, it wasn’t magical. It was her real bedroom.

“Anya, get up! You’re late for school!” her mother called again.

Anya sat up abruptly, grabbed her phone, and froze.

7:30 AM.

“Oh no!”

She jumped out of bed in panic and rushed out of the room.

“Anya! When will you grow up? You’re a girl, stop jumping around like this! What if you get hurt?” her mother scolded from behind.

But Anya didn’t stop.

She had no time to reply.

Unlike other girls, she didn’t spend hours getting ready. She didn’t care much about how she looked. No makeup, no overthinking. Just her uniform, a simple ponytail, and she was done.

Within minutes, she was ready.

Her mother handed her the tiffin.

Her father filled her water bottle and placed it in her bag.

And just like that, Anya rushed out of the house toward school.

By the time she reached, the class had already started.

The door was closed.

But Anya didn’t notice.

Usually, their first lecture was free. Their previous teacher had been transferred, and the school hadn’t assigned a new one yet.

So without thinking, she did what she always did.

She lifted her foot—

And kicked the door open.

BANG!

The sound echoed through the classroom.

Anya stepped in with her usual carefree smile, but it froze instantly.

Her face went pale.

Right next to the door, a chair was placed.

And on that chair sat a man.

A new teacher.

Holding his arm tightly, clearly in pain.

The entire class was silent.

Anya’s heartbeat raced.

“S-s-sorry, sir… I’m really sorry…” she stammered, her voice trembling.

The teacher slowly lifted his gaze toward her.

His expression was sharp.

“What is this behavior?” he said firmly. “Is this how you enter a classroom?”

Anya froze.

For the first time, she felt genuinely scared.

But then something changed.

Perhaps he noticed the fear in her eyes.

His tone softened slightly as he stood up.

“Go to your seat.”

Anya didn’t waste a second.

She rushed to sit beside her friend Aira.

Aira leaned closer and whispered, “What did you just do? That must have hurt so bad!”

Anya whispered back, slightly annoyed, “How was I supposed to know someone would be sitting right next to the door? It’s always empty!”

But before she could say more—

“Hey, you two,” the teacher’s voice cut in.

Silence.

“One, you slammed the door like that. And now you’re talking during class?”

Both Anya and Aira went quiet instantly.

The teacher turned toward the class.

“My name is Sir Farman. I’ve recently graduated, and from today onwards, I will be your class teacher, and I will be teaching biology.”

As he spoke, his eyes briefly shifted toward Anya.

“And from today, no one will enter my class late.”

Anya lowered her head.

One by one, the students introduced themselves.

When it was her turn, she spoke softly, “My name is Anya.”

The class began.

But for some reason, Anya couldn’t focus.

She kept thinking about the way he looked at her.

Not just angry.

Something else.

Something she didn’t understand yet.

The bell rang.

Class ended.

As Sir Farman walked out, he paused for a second.

He glanced back at Anya.

“Next time,” he said calmly, “don’t open the door like that.”

And then he left.

Anya frowned, irritation rising inside her.

She leaned toward Aira and whispered, “I already said sorry… what’s the point of repeating it again and again?”

But deep down, something felt different.

Something had changed.

And she didn’t even realize it yet.

Was it just embarrassment… or the beginning of something Anya had never felt before?