The First Day
It was my first day of 11th standard.
I was completely desperate about everything.
New school. New faces. New people. New atmosphere.
Everything was unfamiliar.
I had to travel one and a half hours every day from my home to school by our school bus.
And I wore a black mask every time.
I liked staying mysterious and unknown.
I didn't know anyone.
And nobody knew me.
It was just another beginning in a completely new place.
Until one day, at one particular stop, a guy got into the bus.
He was wearing a white shirt.
The first two buttons were open.
The first thing I saw was his chest.
Then, slowly, I looked at his face.
He was wearing a black mask too.
But his eyes...
His eyes were just something.
Attractive.
Mesmerizing.
He had a cool hairstyle and beautiful accessories.
And he was tall.
Six feet, maybe.
I don't know what exactly I felt at that moment.
I don't know whether it was attraction, love at first sight, or whatever it was.
I just knew one thing.
I had a thing for him.
And somehow, without even knowing his name, he gave me a new hope of coming to school every day.
Just to see him.
