When I was 12, my family moved to a new city. Everything felt different—new roads, new houses, and new people. I was both nervous and excited because it was also the first day at my new school.
That morning, while I was waiting for my school bus, I noticed a boy sitting inside a van nearby. His eyes were fixed on me, and I immediately felt uneasy. I tried to ignore it, and luckily, after a few minutes, my bus finally arrived. I quickly got on and left the place behind.
When I reached school, my heart was racing with excitement. I entered the classroom with a big smile, hoping to make new friends. I looked around at all the unfamiliar faces, but then something unexpected happened. My eyes suddenly locked with his.
He was a boy sitting quietly at the back of the class. He didn't look away; instead, he kept staring at me. For a moment, the world around me seemed to pause. He gave me a gentle smile. Strangely, I couldn't smile back—I just looked away, pretending nothing had happened.
But deep inside, I knew something had begun. A new story was waiting for me, and it all started from that one glance.
To be continued..