A Second Chance

Chapter 2

As I sit anxiously at my table for his reply,I can't help but go and grab my journal where I used to write everything about my life until one day I stopped.The only reason I go to grab my journal is to kill time but mostly to relive some moments.In the past years I don't know how many times I have read those same lines again and again and felt the same emotions in different ways ( I don't know if this is even possible).So after going to my room, I open my cupboard and take out the journal which I keep hidden below my other books.After taking it out ,I sit on my bed and open the first page.
6 years ago,
8.04.2014
Dear diary,
Hi,it's me Tvisha .I know this is my first time writing everything down to you but as someone who does not like expressing things to people,I found this the easiest way to express my feelings.I hope you will be a good friend to me.So without making you wait let me write everything that happened to me today.
Today was my first day in 7th grade and I didn't like it a bit.First of all ,all my friends got a different section and I was put in a new section with a bunch of new classmates.Now if there is something that annoys the hell out of me is meeting new people.I hate it!Its like you are living on earth and suddenly you are told to shift to a different planet.How can one be happy with something like this...I only know few people with whom I don't get along.I don't know if destiny is trying to play a prank on me but it decided to put me in a class with that one person who has resented me ever since her childhood,Sheena! I don't know what was her problem but when we were kids she always tried ways to keep me away from making friends.She never liked me talking to any of her friends and to make matters worse insulted me every now and then and now when we are in the same grade ,I don't feel good about it.I don't know but this girl is trouble.Today was the first day so I couldn't help but notice the other faces as well.I didn't know anyone.Just saw them here and there in school.So nothing interesting.I took my seat near a girl whom I knew from my previous class and then the class teacher came and we greeted him.He acknowledged everyone but a boy in particular.He had a wheatish skin tone ,brown eyes,black hair and wore spectacles.He called him and from whispers from the class I got to know that he was the class topper so the class teacher appointed him as the class leader and handed him the class routine to write it down on the board .I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the sight of this.First of all this boy was famous because everyone knew him except me ofcourse .Well I don't mind that because I don't like famous things or people.I find them overrated.But my irritation was not about him being famous but it was about him getting so much of attention from the teacher and being chosen as the leader just because he was a topper.I can't tolerate teachers being partial,why give chance only to toppers ,why judge someone only on the basis of their academic performance,in my opinion everyone should be given a fair chance.
I then felt an immense dislike towards the topper because of him now no one will get a chance to lead the class.Then and there I made my mind to do better than him so that I can prove that not only he but anyone can be an achiever.
I will win ,I know that.Ok that is all that happened today and I will come back tomorrow to write about things and now it's time for me to sleep.
With that I close my journal because I didn't want to read after that because it will make me emotional and my mother like a magician can predict my each and every mood.It's a different thing to read your journal at night and cry but it was different thing to read your journal in the morning when anyone can see you crying while reading a diary which automatically makes people suspicious.And I try to hide each and every emotion from my mother because she is the only person in this world who can sense my feelings and also because I don't like making her stressed.She has already gone through a lot in her life ,she doesn't need anything else to disturb her especially things that are related to me .So with that I close my journal and hide it again in my cupboard ready to go and read something else and while I started reading a book I received a text making my heart skip a beat .