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The Samurai Girl in My Class- Afroza Ayreen Grade XI A
The school is really important: Reading, writing, arithmetic. Nevertheless, what they tend to do is teach you reading, writing arithmetic again. Then again and again just making it harder and harder just to keep you busy. This is what 98% of the teen think while the rest 2% thinks that they just want you to know what that alarm clock on your phone is for. Waking up every morning is just like a chore. Sometimes they ruin that perfect dream we were having or saving us from those terrible nightmares.
However, on one faithful day, a miracle took place: I woke up late on the first day of my school. Really late! My dad goes to work early and my mom goes to work in the afternoon. So she makes sure that she get a long good sleep while dad goes to bed really early. This means that I have to wake up all by myself. “First day of school, It’s better to be absent than being late. I do not feel like going anyway! I will have plenty of time working on my story. Let me sleep for now.” I talked to myself and just let the day go by.
Soon, it was the next day and the same scene happened. I woke up late. Really late. “What’s wrong with me? I woke up late, again and that means I have to absent for another day!” I took my phone and checked if it was the alarm’s fault. Did I turn it on? That usually happen during the weekend. Nevertheless, this time, my alarm was on PM, not AM! I wanted to throw the phone against the wall or to the floor in anger but my hands had their own mind. They did not let me throw to the wall or floor but on my blanket. “OMG! How can I be so stupid! Ok, this won’t happen again” I spoke to myself as if a teacher is trying to forgive a 2nd grader. That night, I double-checked the alarm. Is the time correct? Check. Is it on AM? Check. Is the alarm on? Check. Now, I went to sleep. What is the worst that could happen now?
The next morning, I woke up successfully and I was glad for the first time that I actually woke up. I hopped in my dress and headed to school. Just like any normal kid would do I went in search of my class, it didn’t take so long since I had the map of the classes and the timetable. First class: English in block 4. Easy. In the class, I met my dear best friend. She was thrilled to see me and gave me a hug.
“Daphne! You came. At last!”
“Hi Milla”
“You were absent yesterday because…” She smirked and pretend to have a long, deep guess.
“…Because your alarm clock was off!”
My face melted “Not this time”
“Umm…time was wrong!”
“Nope!”
She began tapping her finger on her cheek. “Aha! Your alarm clock was on PM!”
I didn’t say anything but I had to agree the fact that she was right. My cheeks automatically blushed and by this, she could easily tell that she was right.
“I’ll take that as a yes!”
“Good guess”
“You idiot! You left me alone for 2 days, and the same thing happened last year!”
“Umm…”
“Don’t tell me that you forgot!”
“Sorry”
“Good thing you came today or else I was planning to come to your house to eat the entire cookie from your jar!”
“Hey! Then why didn’t you come yesterday?”
“My baby cousin came. You’re lucky this time.”
“Phew!”
BELL RINGS
“English Class!”
Immediately after the bell rang, a woman, who I have never seen before entered. She’s tall, slim woman. Her brown hair is on a bun. Dressed up like those old fashioned English women. As usual, all of us stood up and greeted her: “Good Morning Ma’am”
“Good morning student. So shall we start? Oh, wait! I forgot to bring something. I’ll be back! Sit down student.”
Then she left. Well, that’s not a bad start. I noticed Milla taking out her English notebook and this reminded to take out mine.
“Milla, what happened yesterday in English class?”
“Umm…I don’t remember. Oh yeah! I was in the washroom the whole English class. I got really bored”
By this, I knew she could tell me absolutely nothing. So I decided to ask someone else. I turned my head and looked for someone who would give me a proper answer. While I was searching, my eyes fell on a girl who I’ve never seen before. She’s short, slim lady_no more than 50cm. Brown hair tied up in the cutest ponytail with matching fringe and those brown eyes. She was dressed up in a samurai costume and she looks exactly like an Asian samurai girl. However, this wasn’t the fact that caught my eyes, rather it was the long sword, which she was carrying on her back.
At that moment, she got up from her seat and walked as if she was going for a morning walk. I looked away making sure that she may not think that I’m staring at her. I quickly pulled out a pen from my pouch and pretended to write something really important like completing homework. Or just drawing down all my thoughts.
We all have 180-degree vision, yeah just reminding you. Keeping my head on the paper, I could notice that she was walking towards me. The closer she came, the pressure I applied on my mind to write something. She stopped walking and turned her entire body towards Milla. First of all, I was relieved that she didn’t come to me. Second of all, she looks like as if she wanted to kill someone. But the real question is why would anyone carry a sword to school? That too a long one! Maybe she brought to show off or maybe she thought today was Halloween. She wouldn’t probably know how to handle a sword!
“I need to talk to a human!”
This dialog stalled me! At first, I was totally confused. Why would anyone ask such question to a human who looks like a human! I constantly kept replaying the same question in my mind: I NEED TO TALK TO A HUMAN! Mila answered as she would answer any other ordinary question.
“Umm…I’m a human”
“Great, can I talk with you?
Then that girl walked to the corner of the room and Milla followed her. They stood there, face-to-face conversation. My head was still on the pen and the book, trying to complete my homework. What were they talking about? It was honestly none of my business. I tried to listen what they were talking about but they were talking at a low volume and the entire class was in high volume. In such situation, only a superhero with an amazing hearing sense can help me out. What is she talking about? How to kill a human? How to use her sword? She wants her to know that she’s the lost princess of Samurai. Wait, Samurai don’t have princess, prince, king or queen. I read a lot about Samurai. They’re warrior, famous especially in Japan. Anyway,…I tried to focus on what they were talking about but it was impossible to hear them. I stayed low and began doodling on the paper.
Suddenly, I heard Milla shouting aloud.
“Behind you!”
After hearing this, the samurai girl wasted no time, turned around quickly and her hair flipped quickly along with her. Pulled out her sword from behind and blocked the attacking sword, then hammered it into the ground. The attacker was shocked and she had her sword pointed at the attacker. It was clear that she knew how to use it. Her hair wasn’t right but the pose with the sword was interesting. The samurai girl commands the attacker to take off the helmet. The attacker pulled out the helmet and shook out a thick mane of dark hair. This is when I realized that the attacker was Gia, one of my friend.
“A girl?” she exclaimed
Gia smiled viciously, “Of course I’m a girl! Did you really think that I was a man?”
The samurai girl held on to her sword tightly, trying to stay strong.
“You wouldn’t kill me” Gia whispered, smirking at her, barely noticing the sword against her throat. The samurai girl stared at her, her blade shakes a bit, but she stared, noticing the expression of fear on Gia’s face. She do have a human side, but only fear brought it out.
“Give up! You know I’m the better swordsman. I always have been”
“Sword-lady”
Milla was there behind the samurai girl the whole time, wide eyes, breathing hard, “What’s going on here?” There was a shock in her voice and fear. “Drop the other weapon!” The samurai girl commanded. Gia straightened up her fingers on by one, dropping the weapon and raised her hands in the air.
I was so into the scene that I never noticed that the whole class was silent, their eyes widen and they were breathing hard. As for me, I could never imagine that Gia would attack the samurai girl with a real sword in school! Everything was so real. Gia walked away to her seat, feeling defeated and underestimate. Milla and the samurai girl spoke for another few seconds.
What I never noticed is that our English teacher was watching the scene the whole time and yet all she was doing was writing something instead of trying to stop them from fighting or asking them why they have brought swords to school or ask the samurai girl about her dressing style. I was totally confused at this stage. Then Milla spoke out louder, confidently
“I know what you’re searching for, and I will give it to you!”
She pulled out 2 brown wrappers from her pocket and gave one to the samurai girl and other to Gia.
Both of them said the same time, “Snicker?”
“You’re not who you are when you’re hunger?”
Both of them took a bite of the chocolate. Milla asked “Better?”
“Better”
Then suddenly the whole class clapped. I wanted to shout out: What the heck are you doing? Clapping because they were fighting with a real sword, breaking the school rule? Snickers in the middle of nowhere. Wait a minute, why is Chole taking a video? A billion questions were shouted out in my mind but my voice wouldn’t listen to my mind. At last, these words burst out of my voice.
“What’s going on? What just happened?”
Milla’s eyes widen with terror and she held a finger up to her rounded lips. Silence me. I frowned “Why?” I mouthed instead of a proper answer. Then suddenly Chloe shouted.
“CUT!”
The whole atmosphere changed from excitement to annoyance. I turned my neck around, my eyes widened and my shoulder raised. Chloe slapped her forehead.
“Daphne! That’s not the line plus it was audible!”
None of the muscles from my body moved.
“Ugh! Don’t tell me that you didn’t know that we were shooting a snickers commercial for the class competition. Now we have to do from the top”
Everyone sighs and goes on murmuring, talking their position. They looked annoyed, fed up, and disgruntled.
Chole shouted again “Position!”
I knew whom to blame for this, my dear best friend, Milla.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“I thought you knew!”
“You could have at least send me a text!”
“I did!”
“When?”
“At night, around 11”
“I didn’t read that! Anyway…do I have a role?”
“Nope, you were absent yesterday. You have to stay backstage”
“Ok”
The ‘Act’ began from the top when the teacher entered the class. I had to stand there and watch the whole thing.
“SENIOR MOST GRADE”- Shubhi Tripathi XII A
Giggling through heart,
That’s praise or taunt?
To be sad , glad or mad?
No clue what’s good or bad.
Pleasant plus terrific sounding phrase,
Brings the flow of dilemma’s blaze.
The Last Level of life’s hectic maze,
Or first step towards future brutal phase.
Hope life takes shining lead,
Here we started counting bead.
Giggling through heart,
That’s praise or taunt?
Definition of a human being- Dilsha Dinesh XI A
I recently saw a sight which is so disturbing on a certain level. The picture is still vivid in my head and as I write about it I find myself being furious about it after each word. There are just so many questions running through my head when I saw it. Why!? What are you thinking!? Are you human!?
It was a beautiful day. The weather was just perfect so I went for a jog. After plugging my iPod and wearing my favorite pair of Adidas, I was off to the park. After an hour of burning calories I decided to head back home.
Fine, 20 minutes jog! Happy? Well the point is I got tired and I was heading home. My brain was being hypnotized by idea of a smooth, sweet, tantalizing bucket of chocolate mousse flavored London Dairy waiting for me in my freezer. I would go through hell and heaven for it. Okay, I might be a bit exaggerating. Just a tiny bit?
Anyways, I was on my way out of the park when I saw the cutest little baby girl. She was in that age wherein you’ve just learned how to walk and can’t just wait to run. She was so adorable with those blonde curls, chubby rose cheeks, sparkling blue eyes and in a really cute plum colored dress. She was just so sweet walking with her chubby legs, I had to force myself not to run all the way and just hug that baby girl. Babies have always been my weak spot. The bucket of ice cream was forgotten and I just stood there just smiling goofily at one of God’s most beautiful creations. The sight of her with just two front teeth, giggling as she walked holding her Mom’s hand, made my insides go jelly.
When she reached the grass ground, her Mom took something out her bag. I thought it was one of the baby girl’s toys. But what I saw next made me want to dig a hole and bury myself in it alive. The mother had a wire like those of a telephone cord and she strapped one end to the baby girl’s wrist and the other on her own. She then kept walking, pulling the baby girl along with a tug now and then.
I wish I hadn’t seen that. I wish I hadn’t seen that innocent little baby. I wish I had stayed home. Tears pricked my eyes. My insides turned upside down. My nails dug into my palms. My teeth grazed. Every single cell in my body wanted me to run. But to where? Out of the park and hope to forget this? Towards the baby girl and tear that strap on her wrist?
If by reading this you felt nothing, absolutely nothing, then I am afraid you are not a human being anymore.
Playing with fire, water and fry pans- Dilsha Dinesh XI A
When my Mother calls me lovingly towards her, I know I am in deep trouble. If not, I am going to be in some. In those few steps I make to reach her, my brain will be like a crazy librarian- searching one of the world’s biggest libraries for a book named “Mom” It will contain everything from ‘How to get Mom in a good mood’ to ‘Why Mom will be in a good mood”. I was in the process of scanning this when I was just a few steps from my Mother.
It was my spring break. It is the only vacation when I have absolutely nothing to do other than sleep. But my Mother had other plans. She called me with sweetest voice ever imaginable and there goes the sirens in my head. This was not good. What have I done this time? Was it because I had finished that bucket of ice cream she had bought yesterday? But I specifically remembered leaving a scoop for her.
Time was up. I was in front of her. She had one of her signature dimple Cheshire cat smiles. Then I knew. I was not in any trouble; I was going to be in one. She said something that made me question my existence in this world. She said that I have to cook lunch tomorrow. Then I knew what the ice cream was for.
The kitchen has always been no man’s land in my view. I only enter to save my lonely, precious little buckets of ice cream. But when my Mom suggested her so called plan to make me cook, no man’s land became a battleground. Maybe even World War X shooting or something. I have to brush up my history and maybe my dramatic skills.
Glad to say that after 3 days of my so called gymnastics in the kitchen, I was alive, the house was in one piece and nothing got burnt- yet. And me being me, called my Mother almost 50 times for making a 30 minute meal. I have no idea how my parents survived with my cooking these past few days. Guess love is blind, dumb, deaf and has no sense of taste whatsoever else I would’ve been 6 feet under the ground by now and I’m pretty sure no one can write blogs from there or have ice creams.
Benefits of walking like a turtle- Dilsha XI A
Ever wondered what is going through the head of the person standing next to you or walking in front of you? What if you were walking through a lonely street at 6 a.m. in the morning during a chilly winter season?
There I was going about my usual route to my bus stop. There was one stop few steps from my building but for some unknown reason my bus driver just refuses to pick me up from there. But most of the time I like walking all the way to my bus stop which is 6 buildings away from my own.
It was a chilly winter morning with mist all around. I was cozy in my beanie and kept walking, hugging myself. Well more like dragging my feet. One of the reasons why my mom stopped accompanying me to the bus stop was because according to her, I walk like a turtle. Before you put on your judging caps and say I’m lazy to go to school, hear me out. It was 6 a.m. in the morning! I rather sip hot cocoa and snuggle in my blanket than walk in the dark misty street. And also there was the fact that I am always 20 minutes earlier than my bus and thus I have no reason to be in rush. I am not denying the fact that I am lazy. I am just stating out other factors that go along with my ‘walking turtle’ situation.
Walking like a turtle or not, I was minding my own business. Out of nowhere a man comes in front of me. He was a few inches taller than me and was sipping steaming hot tea.
“Good morning!” he wished me with a full teeth smile and kept walking forward. I don’t know whether it was the drastic difference between his dark complexion and his white teeth or those blue Reebok shoes that stopped me in my tracks but I mumbled a Good morning nevertheless. I am not sure he heard it though.
When I came to senses and processed what had just happened (which I am still not sure what it is), he was gone.
Don’t get me wrong, this was not one ‘horrific’ experience or anything. It was a genuine greeting. What’s taunting me is why would someone wish a stranger a good morning? Or anything good at all?
What’s even more disturbing is that why I would ask such a question? Was the thought of someone who you don’t know, wishing you a good morning, something fictional? An illusion? A myth?
I managed to mumble out a good morning. What else should have I done? What would someone else have done?
I haven’t seen him again. But if he is reading this (which I highly doubt), I would like to thank him- First for wishing me a good morning, second for giving me another idea for a blog and third for helping me question my thinking mentality.
What’s True,how to know..? – Shubhi Tripathi XI A
Truth is that she doesn’t have,
but what she needs to know.
This life she leads leaves so much space ,
for seeds that need to grow.
What happened then, before this time,
how did it come to be?
That she would find herself ,
so hurt and longing to be free.
The stories told do not ring true ,
to what’s inside her head.
Why can’t she live each day with joy,
not such an aching dread?
When will the past come forth
to show her how it all began?
Till then she grieves in lonesome silence,
coping while she can.
LIFE REALMS- Shubhi Tripathy XI A
Amazing sights for me to see,
I just wander in, there’s no entrance fee.
Libraries stacked with books galore,
history,politics, science and many more.
A sky of blue, not a cloud in sight,
perpetual day no darkest night.
Every flower is in full bloom,
undefined colors of every hue.
I’m told it will help my soul to restore,
pick what I like, there is plenty more.
This ethereal plain is a pure delight,
it’s my new home, my God given right.
Streams and rivers crystal clear,
no rubbish or decay found here.
The sea is calm and turquoise blue,
I long to test it, wouldn’t you?
The softest sand beneath my feet,
at the water’s edge where they both meet.
A city built of alabaster walls,
where translucent light eliminates the halls.
Theaters of music and concerts too,
magnificent galleries for all to view.
There is nothing here to cause me fear,
the Lord protects within his sphere.
An infinity of perfect peace,
from the toils of earth I am now released.
I have landed on a higher realm,
in perfect harmony to forever dwell.
So believe when I tell you my dear friends,
you cannot die, life never ends.
The Sweet Revenge- Afroza Ayreen Afia_X-A
Starting a story is not an easy task but when your best friend wants your help for a revenge you know that she asked the right lady. Sara is one of my best friends, she’s a huge crazy fan of Lionel Messi and talking mean about Messi is the worst thing you can say to her.
Sara and one of her friend, Chloe were having an argument about who’s the best, Messi or Ronaldo. Both were heated up and it literally seems like they were having a debate. At the end, Chloe (who was a fan of Ronaldo) won. Later that day, she kept on teasing her and Sara tried her best to stay calm. When she could no longer tolerate it, she came to me and asked,
“Chloe is talking about Messi!”
I failed to realize why she complained about that. “So, what?”
“SO, WHAT!? She’s talking all bad stuff about him!” I listened to her carefully as she explained what happened in the previous argument.
“Okay, so…what should I do?”
“Can you write a story or poem!”
“A Story or a Poem!? Why?”
“You know what her brother told?”
I shook my head.
“Jingle Bell, Messi fell,
Real Madrid on the way…”
That was a good line but if you’re a fan of Messi, that’s exactly what you don’t want to hear. So, I immediately started planning for revenge. After a couple of days, this is the story I ended up with.
“One day, there was a pretty lady named Chloe and her friend was Ronaldo. Both planned to have a picnic at the playground, under a blossom tree. What they didn’t know is that they weren’t the only one having a good time, Messi and Neymar were having a great time too. They were having a tough football match but it seems like they were enjoying it.
Chloe and Ronaldo were having a good time with a cup of coffee and cookies when suddenly, SPLASH!
A football hit the coffee cups and the coffee was all over Chloe’s expensive designer dress. She swiftly jumped up and hopped around. The coffee was too hot. She screamed but that gave her no relief. So, she yelled at Ronaldo, “Ronaldo, do something!”
At first, Ronaldo was dumbstruck and didn’t know how to react. He blinked his eyes several times to make sure of what saw. Chloe’s dress was ruined and her makeup was ruined too. Looks like she had her first coffee shower. Ronaldo got his sense back, got up and walked towards Messi, who was laughing at the scene.
“What was that for? You think it’s funny, huh?”
“Yeah man! She looks much better that before” Neymar commented.
“How dare you!”
Messi stepped it, “Come on man! That was the best shot in the history of football!”
“WHAT! That’s it, I’ll show you the best shot in the history of football!” Ronaldo got furious and began searching for the ball.
“Are you looking for the ball? Here it is!” Said Neymar with the ball under his foot.
“Give me that!”
“No Way!”
“Or else you have to pay for her dress!”
“We’ll pay for the dress if you win a match against us”
“That’s a good idea Neymar, and if we win, your lady has to do something we say! Deal?”
“Deal!”
Soon the match began and it was a tough plus crazy match while Chloe was still standing there with her wet dress which smells like coffee. After 2 minutes, Messi and Neymar ended up with 5 points and Ronaldo with 1 point only. Ronaldo was exhausted and Messi and Neymar laughed with joy.
“So, Ronaldo? 5 and 2. No doubt we won!”
Ronaldo was laying on the ground and at the moment, all he was thinking about is having a few minutes of rest. He literally forgot about Chloe. “Fine! You won.”
Messi and Neymar walked with pride towards Chloe who was still wet. Neymar had a towel in his bag, so he took that out and gave it to her. Then they told her to post what they say:
“I’m officially a fan of Messi and Neymar. I hate Ronaldo because he couldn’t even give me a towel to dry up! ~Chloe”.
That was a Sweet Revenge.
~
Enigma about shopping- By Dilsha XI A
Shopping is something I love if I get to buy something for myself and especially if they are clothes. The love between girls and shopping is a legend. You take a girl to a dress store; she will either buy the whole garment shop or die trying on all the clothes. If she is with her friend(s) then you might as well buy the shop. I’m not a fashion freak and yet I tend to spend over 3 hours in a dress store trying all the dresses I would never wear and leave by buying a bracelet or nothing at all.
Will someone, who is really jobless, please find out the scientific reason behind this? Not that I’m in a hurry to read that and change my ways of shopping, I’m just curious why I face a problem in selecting clothes. I find my Brother buying clothes in record time. He would just stroll in a store, grab this and that, and will be out in a flash, all the while I will be still searching for a store!
I am going to say the steps in which I select dresses. Hopefully someone jobless can tell me why I take so much time. Well, I go to a store and make 2 laps of it, taking along the outfits I like at first glance. Then in the trial room I separate them from the cluster to “the ones that I like on me” and “the ones I would wear to a funeral”. Then from the bunch which I like, I separate it further to “the ones I look good in” and “the ones that look good on me”. Both are two different things. If you can’t understand that, I’m sorry, I’m really lazy to explain it to you. Then after the segregation, I hunt down the correct size for me and voila- I’m done.
Now that I’ve written down what all I do, I still can’t figure out what is wrong. This is one of the reasons why I wish I was born as a boy. They don’t over think such things. I mean I don’t see a boy writing an article about why he could buy clothes faster than a girl.
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