So, I had just moved to a completely new place. Big changes were happening in my family too - my father had recently retired from the Air Force and taken up a job at the Central Bank. And for the first time ever, our family was going to live in Bihar - in a town called Siwan. We had always lived in well-managed societies before, so shifting to a town felt like stepping into a whole new world. It was July when we arrived, and I was about to begin my classes beyond 10th grade here. I knew this experience was going to be something completely different - unfamiliar, unexpected, and maybe even unforgettable.
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!!!! MY FIRST CHARACTER DISCRIPTION !!!!
At fifteen, puberty had started to weave its quiet magic, and I could already feel the changes shaping me. I stood about 5'5" tall - around 165 cm - with a soft, curvy frame and a healthy weight of 55 kg. My thighs were thick, my body gently outlined, and my complexion was a fair, sun-kissed glow. My hair, straight and silky, fell just past my shoulders - a rich dark brown that shimmered warmly in sunlight but looked black indoors. But it was my eyes that everyone noticed first - deep, almond-shaped with a soft brown hue that seemed to hold stories. My lips, especially the lower one, were naturally plump, giving my face a gentle fullness that made me feel a little grown-up, a little mysterious.
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My POV:-
It was my first day at a new school-in a whole new town. And here I was, turning the entire house upside down...
All for a matching pair of red ribbons.
I couldn't afford to look weird on Day One. Getting scolded was one thing-but being judged? No, thanks.
Me: "Maa, I'm not going to school unless I find my red ribbons!"
Mamma: "You're going! You've already missed enough school because of the move. Tell the teachers it's your first day-they'll understand. But from tomorrow, no excuses."
Great. Just perfect. That was it-my fate was sealed.
I tied my hair in a messy ponytail, grabbed my bag, and dragged myself into the car beside my little sister, Aashvi.
We both sat quietly, watching the town's early morning chaos from the car window-horns blaring, people rushing, life moving fast.
Then, my dad broke the silence.
Papa: "From tomorrow, both of you will cycle to school. It's not far."
Me: "At least give me two more days of peace!"
Papa: "We don't have time for that. We've got house stuff to handle too. You're not a baby-we can't spoon-feed everything."
Me (muttering): "Ugh... Fine. I'll go from tomorrow. Happy?"
As we pulled up outside the school, I stepped out and stared at the building.
My heart sank.
My POV: Oh my God... this place looks so weird. Kids are screaming like there's no such thing as discipline. What kind of school is this? What about the teachers-are they even serious? And the girls-what if they're gossip queens? Judgy and mean? And the boys... God, what if they're shameless and rude? Where on earth have I landed?
Still lost in my storm of thoughts, I followed Papa into the building and to my new class. He pointed at the front seat.
Papa: "Sit here. So the teacher can keep an eye on you."
There was just one girl in the class. She looked at me for a second... and then silently went back to reading her book like I didn't exist.
Papa walked over to her.
Papa: "What's your name?"
Her (softly): "Nikki."
Papa: "This is a new admission. Help her out, okay?"
Nikki: "Okay, Uncle."
Then he left to drop off Aashvi upstairs to her own class on the second floor.
My POV: Why is Nikki staring at me like I just stole something from her?
Nikki (flatly): "You're sitting in my friend's seat. She's going to be really mad when she sees you here."
Me: Fuckkk !! Seriously?! Now this bitch has decided to say this? She couldn't have brought this up before, when my dad was still here? Ugh, just perfect! Watch her throw me straight to the last bench now. Wow... what a fantastic start.