The month was June and I was happily waiting for the school to re-open. I was hoping to catch up with my friends and was told at the end of last year that we would be moving to new buildings for Grade Two classes. So I had lot things to look forward to and that was when I got the shock of my life. My parents told me that I was going to be put up in the hostel. I did not know what to do and I started crying. I had never been away from my parents.
In spite of all my protests, I was admitted in the hostel. I still remember that day, I was crying non-stop and one of my uncles was in the last year of his schooling. He would come and console me saying that I can go home in a couple of weeks. The next day was when the school re-opened. I had a tinge of disappointment on my face but on seeing my friends again, it disappeared. As we were told, we moved into one of the new buildings. There were a couple of new joiners and we were ready to start Grade Two.
In spite of all my protests, I was admitted in the hostel. I still remember that day, I was crying non-stop and one of my uncles was in the last year of his schooling. He would come and console me saying that I can go home in a couple of weeks. The next day was when the school re-opened. I had a tinge of disappointment on my face but on seeing my friends again, it disappeared. As we were told, we moved into one of the new buildings. There were a couple of new joiners and we were ready to start Grade Two.
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