It is a breathtakingly beautiful day outside. The blooms and leaves on the plant are moving very slowly because there is only a slight breeze. My mind is not at ease, despite the fact that today is a rather quiet day at school. After eight of these drawn-out intervals, our mental processes have become sluggish. Particularly taxing are the times immediately after the short breaks that are provided. The last phase is something that we are looking forward to with bated breath. During class, many of us are guilty of not paying attention to what's being spoken. They are having trouble remaining seated due to their restlessness. While the peon makes his way towards the bell, the boys prepare themselves by gathering their belongings. The last bell rings, and with that, the school day has come to an end. There is an opening in the gate. The boys leave in a flurry, much like the rapid waters of a mountain torrent.
"Kia! Kia!" I turned my head slightly to the left and heard her soft voice behind me murmuring my name.
“Um? What have you been up to, Miaree?"