Hi... I am Anya. I am little nervous because it is my first day to higher secondary class. Even though I had spent past seven years in this St. Joseph's School, I feel like this is the first time to step into this school. Last night I lost my sleep because of this nervousness.

From the moment I got admission in this school I was keep on thinking about the new classmates,new staff who excel in the subject, hard syllabus, new friends, dress to wear on first day, new stationary and many other things.

Just now I took the school bus to reach my school. In school bus I found many new faces. Suddenly my nervousness disappeared while watching those new people. Now the superior feeling stick into me. I am senior to those newbies . I already know every nook and corner of this school. This place is where I spent most part of my life with other than my home. I am the only one person to travel in the school bus who already studied in this school. Unexpectedly the feeling of being senior to newbies completely made me to forget my nervousness.

While I am sitting in the fourth row of seat behind the driver, I am dreaming about the classroom by looking through the window . I lost all my consciousness about the surrounding where I was while day dreaming. Suddenly I felt something was wrong around me. There is a girl standing beside my seat and calling me.

"Hello... I am Shiny from Computer Science department. Are you also a new student in this school?"

She is one of those newbies to our school. She spoke very softly as addressing to some handsome boys. I was not the type of person who speak easily with strangers. So I thought it was hard for me to get in contact with new friends. I really loved the moment when she reached me as a friend. But a strange feeling come across me. I am wondering what made her think that I am a new student to this school. Even though she was new to school, she may witnessed me chatting with the driver once I boarded the bus.

"Hello, I'm Anya from Biology Department. And I already did my matriculation in the same school."

"Oh.. Sorry. While looking at your dress I thought you are a new student to this school."

At that moment I am really confused is it a problem for one to wear the branded color dress on the first day of the school. It also worried me whether I was the only old student to wear the branded color dress to the school.

She was still looking at me with eager eyes. I asked her to sit beside me. At first she was little shy to talk. Later she began to ask a lot of questions about our school and the activities held in our school. Atlast we reached the school.

Our St. Joseph School was the biggest and oldest school in the city. The higher secondary block of our school was in a square shape and the garden and tennis courts in the middle. Our block had more than twenty classrooms in two floors. When our bus reached the school, we were welcomed by my favorite maths staff in my school. I felt it was a good start for my higher education.

I just rushed before everyone to come out of the bus. I run after him. Mr. Jyosh was my favorite maths teacher. He knew that I considered him as my own father. He was always friendly to me as well to other staffs. But at times he always began to act as our father and gave lot of advices and warnings.

" Good morning sir."

"Good morning Anya. Which course are you in?"

"Sir I opted Biology."

"Why did you opted for Biology?"

" Biology option has maths as one paper. So I could have a chance to attend your class sir, so I chose it."

He knows that it is completely I am trying to flatter him. He know me very well that I wished to study biology rather than computer science and accountancy.

" Ok I trust what you said to me and I will convey the same to your Biology sir"

"Sir, no. You know well that I like to read biology that other subjects."

"Ok fine.. Now can you send those new students in your bus to the higher secondary block?"

"Okay."

Then he asked those new friends to follow me to our block. I helped them to reach our higher education block. While I came near to our block I found my friends waiting for me before the block. They conveyed the classroom number of mine to me. (The reader may think there is no gestures of friendship. Actually Anya was followed by almost ten new school mates so they just instructed her the classroom)

Unconsciously my eyes fall on the dress my friends are wearing. They all are already old students of the school. They are wearing our regular uniform of tenth grade. In our school we have different uniforms for different levels of schooling. My friends are wearing blue checked shirts with white lines in it and dark blue pants which was our uniform for grade nine and ten. I find myself odd one out among my friends. This completely occupied my mind.

I left those fellow newbies near the notice board where the details of the classrooms were attached. Then I walked towards the first floor to reach my classroom 202.

While walking on the ground floor two boys suddenly ran towards me from the opposite direction. Those boys are Anoop and Harry. They are my classmates in tenth standard. Anoop was my good friend while Harry used to be my friend. For past six months I tried to avoid Harry for some reasons.