TriAngels

TA 01'S

TA 01'S

Ziva Pov's

“Zi, elo in which class?”

“Class X-6” I replied lazily, “There are the same class I do not?” I asked while looking at my 3 friends. But in fact they shook their heads, the address is like this guy, I complained.

My name is Zivara Anastasya, usually some call Zizi, Ziva, Zia, like them. Right now I'm just entering my gray days, the world of High School. And Thank God I came to one of my favorite State High Schools.

If you think I am an exemplary student whose grades are all 9, of course you are wrong. My grades are just mediocre, and being able to reach High School is a miracle in my opinion. Even when I knew I was grateful Mama immediately made a small thanksgiving.

“It looks like Renata is the same class as elo deh Zi” said Nia casually, while playing with her gadget.

“What?” kataku shocked.

After seeing the bulletin board and chatting for a while with my friends I walked to class, and in fact when I entered the class I saw a lot of my friends one Junior High School, although most of them I don't know just know.

Because my Junior High School was also one of the favorite Junior High School, so many advanced in this High School, you could say kayak bedol village, hehehe…

And as usual, we choose seats also in groups, I gather with my friends one Junior High School, and we like to master this class because almost 80% of the class content comes from my Junior High School.

I sat down with Renata, back in the Middle School we were in class and we could say we were like a gang. So I don't have to bother adapting anymore. Behind me there is Resti and Nindi, we used to be one Junior High School, but I am not too familiar because I was never in class.

When all the children I think have entered the class I began to circulate the view to all the children, of course many faces that I know, but there are also faces that I just saw, at all, and I think my classmates were pretty fun. Welcome to the world of white gray.

Today there is only a class division, also an announcement about the MOS event, a brief introduction with classmates as well as the sister of the COACH of OSIS. After that we are all allowed to go home, because from Monday the MOS event will begin to last for 3 days.

Like the days of Junior High, I went back and forth to school riding an angkot, and different from others I can not find angkot in front of the school, so have to walk first to the new market there is an angkot that leads to my house. Fortunately there are some friends whose house is in the same direction so we can walk together while joking.

“Luckily do not ask to bring weird time MOS” said Mala Temenku who is bongsor.

“Udah no time Mal”

“Udah can't wait to see a handsome upperclassman, will meet again Mas Arya, Mas Bayu, Mas Dika.. hello again ya Zi?” Ask Agnes while nginget-nginget.

“elo tuh mind Just aja” guy protested me

“It is Zi, they are like the vitamin of life” said Agnes.

Mala and I were just shaking off Agnes's talk, but she said, which makes the spirit every day to come to school one of them because there will be many new faces that can make eye wash. Hehe…

***

My name is Zivara Anastasya, I don't think I have anything to be proud of. You could say I'm an ordinary girl. My face is also not a beautiful group, but many say I am sweet. My height is also only 150cm, quite small indeed, but what is the power. Accept fate aja.hehehe…

“Dek, if the school is obliged to wear hijab, beware you!” my brother said while he was slowly pinning my head.

“Iya bauble!” my annoyance.

He is my only brother, his name is Arga Syahputra. Currently he is in final semester college, our lifespan is about 6 years. You could say we are not too tight, only when it takes I will deketin him, because he includes a busy guy, ordinary campus activists. Going home is rare, but he's overprotective to me, especially with regard to religion.

My family is just a middle-income person. Papa is only an employee at a factory, while Mama is just a housewife who sometimes likes to be an impromptu catering entrepreneur. Usually only receive orders from relatives or neighbors who again have an event, because Mama only made a catering business for the side, he said the power is not strong, usual U factor.

Honestly, sometimes I feel the same way the economic situation of my family, although arguably our lives are enough. If from the neighborhood where I live even arguably our family is very prosperous, but when compared to school friends certainly very far, especially my gang when Junior High first.

It's too pushy, but that's the truth. I myself also feel comfortable with them, actually my friends are not among the class of arrogant rich people who like fun. In fact, they are the type of diligent children who are not neko-neko. Only for lifestyle problems I admit they are very selective, even eating problems they do not want in roadside stalls.

But luckily they can all be sanded down in many ways, especially lessons. And with them I also become more eager to learn, although sometimes like their cheating when I forget to do PR. That's what friends are for, there are times when we need.

***

Today is the first day of MOS, we still use SMP uniforms, except those who did buy uniforms that immediately so. But it's not a problem anyway. Right now we are again in the hall listening to a lecture from one of the Teacher's teachers.

I don't know what he's talking about up front, but I know almost all kids are bored and sleepy.

We were all excited when the OSIS brothers took over the show. Seen my girls on the scene, it turns out that Rio the head of OSIS again gave a speech and a brief introduction to the board of OSIS as well as MPK (Class Representative Assembly) officials.

One of the most wanted since Junior High, handsome, intelligent and active in every school activity. Really cute girl dreams.

And I can only smile, 'cause I'm self-conscious, really embarrassed but the main thing is because he's not my type.

My eyes even continue to squirm into the ranks of MPK children, one of which is Kak Nabil. He was also one of my upperclassmen at Junior High, his body was firm, had dimples and was very seminal when he smiled.

The MPK is an organization similar to OSIS, containing all class representatives of the X-XII class. As far as I know each class requires two children to enter MPK, that's all I know, because I'm not interested in such an organization at all. In addition to its members who scattered handsome faces.

“Shame!” muttered Renata who was sitting next to me.

I turned “Why?”

“Kesel aja see those who kayak have no veins of shame so, fussy themselves see handsome guys.”

“Teach Re”

“Iya but not as bad as kan”.

Renata was one of my gang at Junior High, but among all my friends he was the only one who liked to talk out loud if it didn't fit his mind. He likes to be smitten and somehow many do not like the way he talks and his attitude, including me.

“Made relaxed Re, consider it entertainment rather than bosen dengerin pak Aziz lecture” I said as I continued to wriggle at Nabil's brother who again spoke, and it turns out he is the chairman of MPK.

During the 3 days of MOS, the event was still the same, mostly just lectures from teachers. And this is the last day, the sign that we can mingle with the children of class XI-XII. Because today is an extracurricular gebyar event.all exkul demo that aims to find new members of the new students.

And as long as the eyes look, it turns out that there are indeed many of my junior high school seniors who continue high school here. And I myself was very fascinated by the appearance of all the exkul, arguably everything is cool.

“You follow what excre Zi?”Tanya Resti my classmate.

“Not yet tau”

“ Do not want to join OSIS or PK?”

“Okay! Waste of time” I said reasoned

“But it must choose excul, mandatory 2 excrement even he said” Nindi also chimed.

I sighed while opening the sheets of the introduction of the exculpation that had been shared with the children of OSIS this morning.

“Liat arent deh” I said finally.

***