The start

I remember that day ..

A day of tomfoolery , practical nusances which they call jokes April 1st . It all started that particular day , the school year started from January it wasn't my first day but I never really made any close friends from my class . At best I was acquaintances with all my classmates , but I never really broke the barrier between me and them I didn't know how to . I remember walking through the gate into the hallway imagining scenarios of people including me in their practical jokes ,

Not that I wanted to be included but because I was afraid ...

Afraid that they would make fun of me and I wouldn't even be clever enough to dodge or avoid that scene , where they would laugh at me I would be happy though if I was included but a scene where I'm the source of laughter didn't make me happy .

With heavy steps I kept walking towards my class hoping , or probably wishing for a somewhat different day ,where I would talk to others more than I usually do . As I entered the classroom what I expected did not happen , it was the same grayscale room filled with people on the border of being strangers to me while they were laughing , smiling in their colourful worlds I gazed at them with eyes almost colourblind only gray, only gray to see .

I wryly smiled to myself , ofcourse what was I thinking ? I'm so weird ....