(Windows open with joy on a pretty morning)
Siya's POV:
Hey guys, welcome back to my day — it's me, your favourite Siya! And dear day, please be good to me! That's how I start every morning, and today was no different. Well, maybe a little different — because this morning was not only beautiful but also a little heavy. I woke up early, not just because I had school, but because today was my first day at a new school.
Yes, I'm 14 years old, and I've just taken admission in a new school, in a new standard — 9th. Honestly guys, I'm sooo excited! I don't even remember my first day at my old school, so this feels like the first "real" first day of my life. But, as exciting as it is, it also hurts a little. This time, I'm not going back to the same school where I made my first friends, met my teachers, and even had my first crush.
I still remember those days. Back when I was a kid, I used to think I was the best — and that the people around me were the best — and the rest of the world? Just a waste. (Yeah, I know, so silly!) That's when I met my crush, back in 4th standard. He had just entered the class, and I stopped him right at the door and said, "Hey, you can't come into this class! Go to your own!" The funny part? I didn't even ask him which class he was supposed to be in — I just rudely sent him away.
But then my friend Diva stepped in and said, "Anika, let him come! He's my cousin. He's new here." And I felt embarrassed, said sorry, and let him in. Honestly, I was upset that some stranger had walked into my class. But somehow, that stranger turned into my first crush. It wasn't love at first sight — it was more like first benchmates, then friends, and eventually, a crush.
Back in those days, we didn't even understand words like "relationship" or "attraction." In 4th, I had no idea what any of that meant. By 6th, I started to understand, and that's when I realised I had a crush on him. I hated the idea of relationships, but not crushes or attraction, because I believed feelings weren't something you could control — they just happen. So, yes, I liked him. Sometimes strongly, sometimes less. It was confusing.
By 7th, when we became benchmates again, I was sure about my feelings. But I also knew he didn't feel the same. Still, he considered me a really good friend, and I secretly hoped there might be a chance — though I wasn't even sure what I wanted. After all, didn't I hate "relationships"?
Then came corona. In the second semester of 7th, schools closed. Later, when they reopened, I saw him again — in black shirt and jeans. And oh my God, he looked so good. By then, we were in 8th standard, and uniforms weren't compulsory, so everyone wore casual clothes. I, of course, didn't show my feelings. That's something I'm really good at — hiding my emotions, even when I'm obsessed. That's why he never knew I liked him, not even in 8th.
But deep inside, I wanted his attention. And honestly, most of my classmates did too. He would sometimes complain to me, like, "She's doing this, she's doing that…" and I'd always tell him, "Ignore it." At that point, I knew I didn't really stand a chance, but still, I wanted to show him that I liked him. Just when I finally decided to be honest with myself… the school closed again.
And that's how my first crush story ended — with him never knowing that I liked him. Sometimes, those memories hurt, but time healed me. Instead of being sad, I started getting excited for my new life — my new school, new classmates, new friends, and yes, a new me.
So here I am, ready for my first day of 9th standard, with my two long braids and my prettiest smile. A new chapter of my life is about to begin.
Stay tuned, everyone! The real story of I Am Just a Teenager starts in the next chapter — my first day of school!