Every story has a beginning. Some start with heroes, others with rebels. But this one begins with a classroom—Section C. What started as a place for misfits slowly became a legend of its own. And today, Ryu finds herself holding the very first page of its history…
Blurb
A dusty classroom. A group of boys who didn't belong anywhere else. That's where Section C began—not with glory, but with laughter, mistakes, and a promise that would carry on for generations.
Chapter: The First Page
The book creaked as Ryu turned the yellowed page, her fingers brushing against words that looked as if they had been written with care, long ago. The ink was slightly faded, but the handwriting was bold and strong, as if the boy who wrote it wanted to make sure his voice lasted forever.
The page read:
"Section C – The Year 1960"
"This is where it all began."
In 1960, when the school added an extra section, no one thought it would matter. Section A had the toppers. Section B had the balanced ones. Section C was for those who didn't fit.
The noisy boys. The ones who laughed too much. The ones who made mistakes. The ones who didn't belong anywhere else.
At first, teachers called it a punishment section. But soon, something changed. The boys of Section C grew close. They came from different towns and families, yet in the same classroom, they found each other. They were louder, funnier, messier—but stronger together.
That year, they chose a boy named Aditya Mehra as their first Class President. Aditya refused to let Section C be remembered as the "leftovers."
He began a tradition. He took a group photo and pasted it on this page. Below it, he wrote the names of everyone in his class—no one left behind.
And then he wrote:
"This book will carry our story. Every Section C will add something to it—our laughter, our secrets, our victories. If they call us misfits, let us be proud misfits. Because together, we are more than that."
And so the story of Section C began—not with discipline or rules, but with friendship, pride, and the belief that even the forgotten could create a legacy.
Ryu's POV
Ryu stared at the handwriting. It wasn't just words on paper—it was a voice, reaching out to her across sixty-five years. She could almost imagine Aditya and his classmates in the same room, their laughter echoing through the walls, their faces shining with pride as they pasted that first photo.
Her fingers brushed against the names listed carefully below the photograph. Boys she had never heard of. Boys whose lives had passed long ago. Yet here they were—immortal, because someone cared enough to remember them.
A strange warmth spread through her chest. Section C wasn't just a classroom. It was a living story, built by students who refused to be forgotten.
Ryu closed the book slowly, her heart both heavy and light. For the first time, she didn't feel alone. She was part of something bigger.
"If they could leave a mark," she whispered, "maybe we can too."
And with that thought, the story of 2025 began to unfold.
❓ Question for Readers
✨ If your class had to leave behind one memory or tradition in a book like this, what would it be?