HIGHSCHOOL - THE CHAPTER I NEVER KNEW I'D MISS

Funny how life works. You spend years wanting to escape something, only to find yourself wishing you could go back.

I spent ten years in an Anglo-Indian girls’ school, and then just like that, I was moved to a co-educational high school. I was upset, to say the least. My new school was the complete opposite of my old one. It was strict, with endless rules to follow, and the worst part was having to eat lunch in the classroom under the watchful eye of our class teacher. No fun. No privacy. Just study, study, study.

Back then, I counted the days until it would all be over. I couldn’t wait for school life to end.

But little did I know, one day I’d miss it.

Recently, our school hosted a food festival. All my high school friends planned to go, and I decided to join. Best decision ever. Seeing them after years felt like a tight hug to my heart. We met our teachers, laughed over the silly memories and shared stories about those days we once wanted to escape.

After the festival, we went out together, riding bikes through the streets like nothing had changed. It was pure joy.

I just wish I had enjoyed my highschool days more when i had the chance, because you never realise their value until they become memories you’d give anything to relive.

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