A new School

Angon was sitting in a new class.

New school.

New excitement. People were laughing around. Some were playing and making noises.

This was just like first day in a new school to Angon.

Some students were quarrelling for seat. Sound of closing locker was coming. Noises all around. Welcoming new students. Every student had a thousand of questions for their new friends. There were also questions like, who would sit where, what would they do etc.

Angon was not feeling well. His heart was beating faster. His belly was feeling heavy. He was confused. Schools never make his hear beat faster. Rather he feels happy in school. Even if that is the first day.

He was sitting in the third row. There were a lot of books in his desk. All of them were text books.

All of them new.

A teacher entered the class. A short man. Red hair. Serious face. A black spectacle in eyes. He was wearing brown colored pant and a white shirt.

He walks bending towards the front. Looks like, something was pushing him from the back.

Every student quickly moved to their seats. But their noise didn’t stop. He didn’t look at anyone. Rather walked towards his desk in the front. Then he kept the papers in his hand on the table. Then he started washing his spectacle with his handkerchief.

The bell rang. Everyone stopped talking and stared towards their teacher.

“I am Mr.Dori.” He has a heavy voice.

Angon again became surprised. Because the teacher’s voice was stronger than it should be according to his height.

He was still feeling unwell. He looked around.

Towards the other students.

His sight was moving from face to face.

‘Who are these students? Why I can’t recognize them?’

Every year new students get admitted in the school. But there should be at least a few whom he would know.

‘Are all of them in other school? No, that’s not possible.’

He was still staring face to face. Everybody was new and unknown to him.

‘Am I in the wrong classroom?’

He was feeling a cold chill. He took out the class assignment card from his pocket.

Angon Chowdhury

Mr. Dori’s Thrilth grade.

‘What grade?’

He was becoming angry now. He never heard of a grade like this.

There was a girl in the very corner of the row. She was quite beautiful. Her golden hair was glowing like gold due to sunshine. She was writing something.

A tall boy was next to her. Wearing a red baseball cap. He smiled at Angon.

‘Do I know him? Was he smiling at him? Or was it his mistake?’

He would become happy if he saw a familiar face. But none was there.

“Welcome to new class.”

Angon smiled. The teacher was looking like a small Gorilla. Red haired Gorilla.

“I think your vacation was quite interesting and I hope you are fresh enough to start thrilth grade class.” His eyes were looking at everyone.

Angon raised his hand.

“I didn’t get you, Sir. What grade?”

A boy was chewing ‘chewing gam’ in the front seat. He started coughing. For the sound of his coughing the question of Angon remained unanswered.

Most of the students stared at the student who was coughing. As well as Mr. Dori did the same. He moved to the student. He slapped on his back to make him normal.

“You started coughing in the new class.” Mr. Dori tried to make a joke.

Few students laughed. But most of them didn’t.

The student who coughed, his cheeks become red. But he became normal. He sat on his chair. He looked towards the floor.

Without noticing, Angon was holding the corner of his desk tight. He relaxed the hold and deep breath for the hope of becoming normal.

‘Why am I so excited?’

He was trying to make himself believe that there was nothing to worry about.

On the other hand, Mr. Dori started writing in the white board. The sound of writing with marker was unbearable to him.

‘What is he writing?’

He looked front and tried to understand.

But he wasn’t able to read anything.

‘Is it some foreign language?’

They were like some strange drawings to him.