Hope

1.chapter

Hi ! you all want to know about me ,right ? let's peep in to know more about my life .

I found myself drifting to sleep in the middle of class, exhaustion pulling at my eyes due to the restless night before. There's a unique kind of weariness that comes with the trials of teenage years. Yet, there's a silver lining: going to high school. It's my refuge, a place where I can genuinely be me and momentarily escape. At home, it feels like the walls close in, suffocating me.

My friends kept nudging me, trying to rouse me from my slumber. Ishan whispered urgently, "Watch out, the teacher's heading this way! Wake up, or you're in trouble." This wasn't just any teacher; he was new and had a reputation for being strict. I brushed off the warning with a smirk, thinking, "What could possibly happen to me? I'm Aryan, the school owner's brother. All the teachers have always tried to stay on my good side." Little did I know, high school was different. New teachers, new rules. It was the first day of class, and I was about to learn that things weren't going to be as easy as I thought. Still, I didn't sense the gravity of the situation.

The teacher approached me and whacked me on the head, clearly irritated. "If you're so keen on sleeping, why bother showing up, especially on the first day?" he snapped. "Do you think my teaching is inadequate, or do you believe you know it all? What's your deal, young man?"

I felt a surge of anger but held it back, considering he didn't know my identity. I rose from my seat and walked to the chalkboard, deciding to answer a math problem he'd posed. It was a fundamental question from the sets chapter, which he'd presented as a way to gauge our foundational knowledge. The task was to form an equation for a given set. It was basic for me, so I swiftly jotted down the solution.

The teacher looked on, seemingly taken aback by my swift response. Yet, a sly smirk crept onto his face. I couldn't discern if he was genuinely impressed by my knowledge or if he was simply relishing the idea of taking me on in a battle of wits.

The teacher, now more determined, posed another, more challenging question for me. I tackled it with ease and then turned to him, "Sir, I can't judge your teaching since I was asleep, and perhaps I already know a lot of what you're teaching. But, my reason for sleeping wasn't disrespect. I simply couldn't sleep last night." Pausing for effect, I continued, "But look, I answered correctly, didn't I? So, if you don't mind, I'd like to catch up on some sleep outside the class since my presence seems to be a distraction."

My friends, Ishan, Neil, and Vyom, looked at me with wide eyes, probably considering the repercussions of my audacity. They knew that if word about my retort reached home, the consequences wouldn't be mild. However, the truth is, I no longer feared retribution. The worst my brothers might do would be to berate me, cut off my pocket money, or perhaps something else. But in the larger scheme of things, their actions no longer mattered. There was a time I deeply yearned for their affection, especially having grown up feeling orphaned. But now, I'd made peace with the reality of my life and had come to terms with my fate.

The classroom was abuzz with whispers and widened eyes. Perhaps it was because the often-slumbering student was now fully awake and engaging. Or maybe, it was the sheer disbelief that I could exhibit such intellectual prowess. But, most likely, it was my audacity to stand up to the strictest teacher they'd ever encountered.

Our school holds the distinction of being one of India's premier high schools. Numerous alumni have secured places in illustrious institutions like IIT Mumbai, ISCE Bangalore, and even MIT. Moreover, our school is a breeding ground for both intellect and talent, consistently excelling in music, sports, science fairs, Olympiads, and even coding competitions. We are renowned for our achievements, and one of the pivotal reasons behind this is Saurabh Sir.