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The roll call has just finished and I am done watching you. You seem nice, but you still are roll number 7, not 1. So I let my eyes hover between the blackboard and roll 1. Smriti wasn’t my crush till six months ago. There were no crushes then. I just gazed at the girls’ row once in a while, between the two periods, looking at some of the pretty faces. And that was when I started observing their peculiarities and habits. How Sonal loved to silently curse under her breath, how Natasha had a nail paint inside her desk that she would use in the soporific Sanskrit classes, how Sharada would nibble on her lunch in between the two periods, and how Smriti – as nice as you seem to be – remained the stern monitor who'd roll her eyes everytime someone tried to flirt with her. It was while she was monitoring the class that I giggled loudly to a non-vegetarian joke that Ayan had whispered, and she wrote my name on the blackboard. It was the first time my name was there. It wasn’t that it would have led me to a punishment, but I wanted it to be erased because I, one of the quietest students in the class - a self-conscious teacher's favourite wimp, was mortified beyond measure. Chapter 1. Episode 4. #NaNoWriMo #Amoeba
The roll call has just finished and I am done watching you. You seem nice, but you still are roll number 7, not 1. So I let my eyes hover between the blackboard and roll 1. Smriti wasn’t my crush till six months ago. There were no crushes then. I just gazed at the girls’ row once in a while, between the two periods, looking at some of the pretty faces. And that was when I started observing their peculiarities and habits. How Sonal loved to silently curse under her breath, how Natasha had a nail paint inside her desk that she would use in the soporific Sanskrit classes, how Sharada would nibble on her lunch in between the two periods, and how Smriti – as nice as you seem to be – remained the stern monitor who'd roll her eyes everytime someone tried to flirt with her. It was while she was monitoring the class that I giggled loudly to a non-vegetarian joke that Ayan had whispered, and she wrote my name on the blackboard. It was the first time my name was there. It wasn’t that it would have led me to a punishment, but I wanted it to be erased because I, one of the quietest students in the class - a self-conscious teacher's favourite wimp, was mortified beyond measure. Chapter 1. Episode 4. #NaNoWriMo #Amoeba
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