I can still recall that day when my mom shouted.
"Sophia, make it fast! You're riding to school is already here."
First day of school as grade 10.
When I went out of the house. I saw a very nice rickshaw, the only thing I hated then was riding next to a boy. I like boys, but just as playmates. As the saying goes 'I'm one of the boys.'
The school wasn't that far, and we were both silents. Nobody wants to talk. We just sat there until we reached the school.
This continued for half a year until he saw me one day being stalked by a guy in school. He came to me and talked casually just to shoo the guy away. And what he did was very effective that I became appreciative.
From then on, we became friends, even the best of friends. Gone are those days when I don't want to ride that rickshaw, b
