Enlivened Life! (request)

the story below has been written on a friends request. 

NOTE: The names, places and event in the story are purely coincidental

how many more years of studying have i got left''. i wondered to myself as i entered the class room. the let my heavy bad fall down from by fragile shoulders and sat on my chair to get a breather. i hate school when will i enter university so the i can skip classes and hang out with friends. when will i get into my social life when i wont have to give exams and don't get scolded by parents to prepare for them. shrouded and deluded in my own thought the teacher came in everyone stood up but me because I didst notice her. (XD lol)

maria! maria stupid get up ma'am is here''. coming back to reality I quickly stood up by then everyone had already greeted ma'am and had settled down. annoyed, I sat down. I asked Annie what period it was and she told me it was maths. WHY DO TEACHERS TORTURE US BY KEEPING MATHS AS FIRST PERIOD I NEVER FOUND OUT IN MY LIFE. but anyway not like my complaining will change anything. I took my books and I saw the teacher grinning. I knew something bad was about to happen...was it gonna be a surprise test...was she gonna give us a long exercise to solve..as I thought of all the possible outcomes the teacher reminded us of an outcome we had forgotten, ''Class have you done your homework!''. 

oh-oh! what am I gonna do now !! what excuse should I make! my dog ate it, I didn't remember or I didn't understand how to do it. I thought to myself but by then the teachers had already noticed by our expressions that we all were thinking of our own excuses and made us stand. I hate school and I hate teachers. if a person was ever to ask me who my favourite teacher was he would probably be a geek! 

I thought I would never develop my interest in teacher or studies or school!!. well not like its abnormal for me to thinks so there isn't one student in my class who likes studying. we're all like gangsters acting like rotten brats and making life and pay hard for our teachers. well its half there fault too.. why do they have to be so tough on our fragile brain.

during break I saw a new person in school. I thought she was a parent of some new student. she looked so pretty with her flowing hair fair complexion and cute little dimples. her glasses suited her as well!!. after break our History teacher Ma'am Mevish entered our class.Well I didnt hate this teacher but i cant say i liked her either, she would give us a hell lot of work to do. But it didn't look like that was gonna happen ever again.''Class i want to introduce you to your new history teacher''. A look of extreme delight appeared on our faces especially mine. YESH!! NO LONGER WILL I HAVE TO FACE THE TORTURED OF 14 MARK questions!! we heard the door open and looked behind us, it was the same women I saw during break.

''Miss Noor-ul-lain here will be your new history teacher''. ...............WAIT WHAT this teacher is gonna be our history teacher. XD tht was my reaction. well she taught us that day and i thought she'll be like any other teacher in our school... my record of not liking teacher much was still top-notch. DAY 2 and miss noor is teaching us the most boring subject on the earth.........or so i thought. i actually started liking her she was very sweet and kind and really worked hard for her students. months passed and believe me even i'm shocked to know that she actually became my favourite teacher.

she was just sooo admirable... my friends however took my liking of her to uncomfortable levels. Well anyways much to my surprise i worked hard in her lessons.. i kept quiet and listened to her teaching us while the others made alot of noise...i would complete my homework and class work on time and study hard during her tests and exams. my hardwork finally paid off i often  heard from my friend about her praising me in front of other students and teachers. but this wasnt enough i wanted to more for her because she was just so great and deserving. but i think my liking for her went tad bit too far i'd often write her name on my arm..WITH BLADES!! my friends really thought i was a freak or something and it wasnt long before the whole school found out that she is my favourite teacher and by favourite they meant TOO MUCH favourite.

i wanted to know everything about and it wasnt long before i achieved that. her birthday her favourite color sports phone number family members I KNEW EVERYTHING. and did almost everything i could for her i'd give her space when no one else would when she was walking through, when there would be too many copies in her hand id lend her help. id help her look for books during offtime when i could actually spend time with my best buddies.