Black Pen
3
Teeeeeeted
The sound of the school bell rang, the sign of learning immediately began.
'' So many times today, what is the atmosphere of this school always like this ? I don't know ! but I feel so uncomfortable I look around.
My new school is Private, where I Private is not so interested, my favorite school is State school, so no wonder if there are only a few classes.
Class X consists of 3 classes namely XA, XB and XC, class XI also equally consists of 3 classes XI ips 1, XI ips 2 and XI ipa, similarly, class XII consists of 3 classes just like class XI, so all of them are 9 classes, 1 Scout room, 1 student office, 1 PMR room, and 1 teacher office. So imagine how small my new school is?
I looked through the classroom, looking for where my name was written.
'' How? which class did you enter? " Anisa suddenly stood beside me, she looked at me curiously.
" I don't know yet" I'm playing the phone, replying one by one to the messages that come in on my FaceBook account. It used to be that Facebook was not in the form of an application but a website that can only be accessed through Google.
" I'm in XC class but there's no name for you there" Annisa, disappointed, took my hand to reveal the names of the students in her new class.
Class XC is the class of choice, the contents are people whose IQ is above average they are specialized to enter the IPA department, the, while classes XA and XB are people with a standard IQ and will be input into the IPS class later.
" Huh, what is it? so we're not dong class. Well even though I really hope to be able to enter the IPA department "I said I felt disappointed.
" You want to get into the IPA ? seriously ? I am ogah ! yes, you can still rest together, or we go to my homeroom teacher, ask for help let you in my class, yuk ?" Take Annisa.
Somehow I don't want to be separated from Annisa, maybe because we're so close and everywhere we're always together.
I again walked to the second class which was quite close to the office of BK, class XA, looking for where my name was listed. But not found. I walked back to the last class, class XB , a class directly adjacent to class XI IPS A, which is a class of seniors containing almost all bad children.
" This is my name, I'm in class XB it turns out, well we're far away.." I went back to complaining by taking a breath and throwing it away violently.
" Yes you have entered, I also want to enter this class, later break to my class "Anisa passed go into her new class, left me alone in front of a class whose inhabitants I knew no one.
While I was alone in front of my new class, I entered the classroom, a very crowded class . Apparently I was the last student to enter this class . I looked back and forth as I walked, there was not a single person I knew in this class. Until I found one empty seat on the last row table.
" Oh yes please".. She looked at me gently, shifted her body, and then let me sit next to her.
" It's a lot we've seen" I sat next to him and tried to open the conversation.
" Where are you from Junior High? oh yes my name is Fini "He thrust his hand, invites me to shake hands.
" I'm from MTS Country 10, you? My name is Naura.
" Oh yes, I am also the same from MTS Negeri 10, it just so happens that we are one table" said Fini.
Actually Fini is a smart child, even when in MTS he was a member of OSIS, but because of his quiet and indifferent nature, so not everyone knows him, including me. Even then several times at different times it feels like we have passed each other just that I'm not so sure if that person is really Fini.
And now Fini became my first friend, the first person I spoke to in this foreign class.
" Good morning son" The homeroom teacher walked into my class and began to introduce herself.
" Morning Buuu" The disciples replied in unison.
"Include Mother Tuti's name, welcome to MA AL LATIF, mother will be your homeroom teacher, especially today's introductions only so you will not learn.."
" Horeeeee !! "We answered simultaneously.
Bu Tuti is well known, he is a teacher who teaches Indonesian subjects, he also indirectly taught me to become a writer.
Fortunately only Tuti's mom came in today, a boring and cranky day, with stiff friends and class.
It's true, school is just a place to find talent, drive away confusion is also a job where if I go to school I will get an allowance from my mother. Well, at least, that's what I think.
And there's nothing more fun than waiting for a break bell or going home bell to ring. True, happiness is simple just by hearing the sound of the bell it feels very happy.
