A fine Tuesday at Lazlo high school, France.
A weather which calms your mind and shivers your body. It is such a pleasant day.
The snowfalls started to cover the trees, footpaths and playground. It was the beginning of the winter season. The snow started to cover the roads and a light snowfall began.
The students were settling down in their classrooms as usual. The lunch break was about to be end soon. The students were chit - chatting in my classroom. There were few group discussions going on, about the preparations for the graduation ceremony festival initiated by the student council members.
But I was least bothered about all this turmoil happening in my class.
My name is Tiara. I am 18 years old. I am in my final year of my high school life. I transferred to Lazelo high school six months ago. Though I joined a month after the semester began. I adapted myself with the new environment very quickly. And I had been comfortably getting along with my classmates and coping up with my studies as well. I will be graduating high school in two months. I was trying to decide which specialised field I must enter after I complete my high school. I had so many collages on my mind.
But for now, I have been busy watching all the calming views of the snow-filled trees from the window of my class.
I have been observing a scene outside my window for a while.
There was a girl who was trying to catch and play with snow frosts using her gloves, under one of the snow-filled trees.
A boy is leaning against that tree and watching the girl with a smirk on his face.
They seemed to be in middle school judging from their uniforms and looks like they have a good relationship with each other too.
I have been in a daze ever since I started observing them after I finished my lunch. I seem to be trying to remember something from the pigments of my memory.
For some reason, I felt that it is something precious to me. I felt as if I am getting very close to it as if I could recollect that memory anytime yet I am unable to recall it.
I have been wondering what it might be for a long time now. I felt like it is so close to me yet too far from me.
On the other hand, another girl came into the scene under the tree. She seemed to be a friend of the girl playing with frost. She threw a snowball right at the other girl but the girl dodged it. Good for her. But the snowball hit right at the boy's face when she dodged it. Both the girls were shocked and tried to run away from that place towards their classrooms. The boy started throwing the snowballs randomly towards both of the girls.
They seem to be saying something to each other but I could not hear their conversation. I chuckled at their silly expressions.
That's when a flash of memory took over my mind.