CHAPTER 6

‘Please not now’, is my thought at the moment.

Like will anyone just allow me to have peace, I have had enough of being told the ‘rules and regulations’ of this school honestly.

“Hey, I said, you are on my seat” he repeats

“How is this your fu*king seat? sorry” I ask him, looking up to him, pretending to be confused.

I know that seats would have been ‘allocated’ or everyone would have at least gotten their seat and seat mate, or chosen the seat they want, but sometimes, if you still want to keep that seat, you have to hurry up to the class.

“I have totally forgotten that this is where he sits” Katya whispers to me.

“How could you forget about something like that?” I ask her, whispering.

“Sorry” she whispers back apologetically, with a guilt-stricken face

“I didn’t see your bag nor any of your properties here neither was your name engraved here, so how is this your seat?” I ask him again.

But having looked around when I entered the class, if I stand up from here, there is a possibility