My Journey To An Indian HighSchool

[Is he asking me out?]

Mr. Samar, my new homeroom teacher, instructed me to sit beside the girl who was sitting in the third row's last seat. Every step to the last bench to the girl with a heartwarming smile makes my feet heavy to move.

Hundreds of questions flowed through my mind regarding the girl who will be going to my partner. Not like she can bully me, after all, I am Katie Buffett, known as a delinquent back in Miami. Still, I want a friend who will help me get through the shit that goes on here.

It feels like all my weight has been transported to my feet and that isn't enough to stop me, so someone put on nearly 22 pounds to just increase my misery.

I did a quick reality check to confirm, but no, there is nothing on my legs to stop me from moving. My legs are still my legs and my body is still my body. I haven't turned into a Lego model.

Alas! I reached the bench and dropped my bag on the desk. I turned to the front and observed every student's reaction, some with their jaw dropped down, the bewildered one pinching their arms, to test if they are still in the real world.

If I were in their shoes, my reaction would have been no different. Who am I kidding? I would have poked the arm of the newbie to know if they are for real. Thank god, they aren't poking me, not that they have the guts to.

I would be getting furious stares if they could read what goes in my mind. I turned to the girl beside me. Here comes the moment of one-to-one conversation. I had thoroughly planned out this part, so now I just have to get over this introduction thingy.

"Hello! You here?" The girl waved her hand in front of me.

"Uh...um...yeah...hey." I forced the syllables out of my mouth. Katie Buffett, woman up!

"Great! So how is it?" She asked curiosity dancing in her eyes big-dark-brown orbs. I had noticed that in India, people rather have black or dark-brown eyes.

It's rare to find any other eye color here. The same goes for hair. Indians have naturally dark brown hair which just looks like black, however, it's brown usually.

Every girl is a beauty and the way they handle themselves is beyond impressive. This is something we can find common all over the world. The god has created the female figure to be like that. Wait! I shouldn't be thinking about this right now.

"To earth, dear!" She whisper-shouted. I should stop zoning out in my ideologies, especially in public.

"Oh yeah! It's a pleasure to have you as my new," I glanced at the bench and said; "Bench mate, I presume." I blurted out. Wow, such a sweet girl I am! People will have diabetes if I speak to them like that.

"Fo shizzle, and why only bench mates, we can be friends too." Oh! Already offering to be friends, not that I minded. Glad she ain't an introvert.

"Friends, you sure?" I can't help but smirk, tell people in my Miami high school, that today someone asks Katie Buffett to be her friend, and it will be the hot tea of the day.

"The moment you step your foot into this class, you were my friend, at least from my side. See, how rude of me to not introduce myself first. I am Mishika Gupta." She introduced herself while putting her hand forward, and I kindly reciprocated the gesture.

"Hello Mishika, I am glad that you are my first friend in this school," I said as a pleasantry.

"I will be back in few, just going to the class teacher. Meanwhile you can settle down." She said and left the desk.

I guess they called their homeroom teacher, a class teacher because she went to Mr. Samar.

I was perplexed about what to do next. There was chaos in the class. I feel like standing up and shouting to the whole class, that you haven't seen a foreigner ever in your life?