This story started 15years ago, when I was stepping to my 5th standard. Like the previous story same old school is the location. After finishing my 4th standard at a convent school, I got promoted to my school where my father was a teacher. It was a month of June, the beginning of my Upper primary education. I thought I was the biggest one in my class but all that ruined when I entered to my class room, I was the smallest among them. It is so easy to make friends in childhood, when you give them an eraser or even try helping them in any small things, then they would be your friend. There was so many mischievous boys in my classroom, there were some who put grass hopper in their mouth, someone breaks the chalk, someone who fights and makes their head punch on the wall. Considering to other subdivisions my class was with smallest strength. There were only 30 students in my class, 16 of them were boys and 14 were girls. On the first day of my school, our timing was ...