It was my first day in my new school in my new city.
The city of Jodhpur also known as the Sun City.
When I arrived 5 days ago I had zero expectations from this place. I was heartbreakingly pulled from my fairy tale life in Suratgarh and forcefully pushed to this strange city where I knew no one except my Mom and Dad.
A day before I came with my Father to my new school St Parkin's for my admission. I was wearing the required school uniform. Blue plated skirt, white shirt, white socks black school shoes and a tie. Only to realise that the students of this school had their own way of wearing the school uniform by boycotting the tie all together.
That was my first impression of this school and it wasn't a good one.

Today I came to school through the school bus.
Have you seen those american movies where there is always a yellow school bus, and any new student receives all the maximum number of stares everyone can muster?
Ditch the yellow colour , replace it with darkest shade of green and voila my first day in school bus.
It was a 20 min drive from my home to my school which turned to 30 minutes in the bus.
After entering the school I had no idea where my classroom was supposed to be.
A day prior I realised that the whole school was just on ground level. No first floors or stairs for that matter. It was a giant labyrinth with blocks of classrooms honeycombed here and there.
It took me a while to find out where my classroom was. I was lucky to reach there on time because as soon as I entered the assembly bell started ringing.
" Hey, are you a new admission?" A girl with a Bob hair cut and throaty voice asked me.
"Yes" I replied.
"What's your name?" she asked while staring at my brown skin tone which was standing out in the crowd of fair one's.
" Jane Mickelson." I replied
" Is there any empty seat where I can put my bag?" I asked.
" You can sit right next to me. Nobody sits with me." She said joyously.
Great , at least I got a place to sit into.
I put my pink and black shaded bag with two front pockets and two book chains and my red 1 L water bottle right next to her bench and left for the morning assembly.
I didn't receive as many stares as I thought I would. Maybe it was because of the fact that our classroom of 6th grade section B occupied the most corner position next to section A .
Still there were a few stares and gossips surrounding me to which I turned a blind eye as I've mastered in my life span of 11 years.
It was strange to stand in queue where I knew no one. I was loquacious. I was always in need to chat everyone and then. But I couldn't. As I didn't know the girl who was standing in my front nor the girl who was standing in my back.
Moreover all of a sudden I felt short.
Usually I would always occupy the second last or third last position of girl's row, but this time I was occupying the 6 position from the front
It made me feel naked and in confident in many ways with which I wasn't comfortable with.
After the assembly was over, me in my mew uniform minus the tie, already waiting for another transfer, followed the girls row to the classroom.
While everyone was chatting I was simply sitting waiting for the class to start.
After few minutes our class teacher Arrived. Mr R.K choudhary.
We all wished him a good morning and in turn he asked me to introduce myself in front of the class.
I went to the front of the classroom, near teacher's table and started introducing myself.
" Good morning.
My name is Jane mickaelson. Iam from West Bengal . My father is in military. I recently transferred from Suratgarh-"
"Suratgarh?" I was cut off by Mr.  Choudhary.
"Yes Sir. Its in the northern region of the state near Ganganagar." I affirmed giving him information which was totally unnecessary.
" Yes dear, I know where it is. Its a hot city full of desert condition. Talk about kismet. Being transferred to another hot city." He smiled amusingly.
" Indeed Sir. Destiny." I gave him a shy smile in return.
" You may take your seat now."
I then took my seat right next to the girl with the Bob haircut.

Mr. Choudhary just then started addressing the class. I'll start by taking the attendance and then we'll finalise the roles of girl and boy monitor of this class. He took the attendance where my name was on the last. Then he closed to attendance register and stood up.
" So everyone, I don't care how it was done in your primary school. But in here, monitors will be made on the basis of what qualities they have and how much support they have from their peers." He stared at the whole class.
" So who among the boy wishes to be monitor?" He started towards the two rows of boys
" Hardik Aseri!!!" Majority of the boys cheered a guys name.
Just then a tall lanky guy stood up. With light brown skin tone and jet black hair adorned with chubby cheeks and an innocent smile.
I was amused to see that this guy had so much support from his peers. Without even knowing myself that guy earned a respect from me. Its one thing to be popular and totally different thing to have support.
A rapist is popular. But its the victim who gets the support.
" Oh, you're Mr Aseri's Son" Mr choudhary smiled at him.
Just then I realized what was going on.
He was enjoying the benefits of being a teacher's son, which included fan following from his friends.
I had faced something similar in my past school, and I was facing it again now.
Great, what an amazing way to start my first day at my new school