Art's Room

I was in my first terrific year in one of a religious-based secondary boarding school in my own city...(took me less than 10 km from my house). I received a bit of cultural shock with real hijab on, cuffed sleeved, almost 18hrs with sock's on whenever i were out of my hostel, even for my curricular activities i had to put on sarong with trousers beneath...Yup, a lot of thing to digest but i coped pretty well except...i felt like a solitary young girl. desolate myself from getting close to any boys. with my girl friends i was as friendly as usual but with the boys..there was like a boundaries in between us. Hardly see me spoke to the boys unless for something important or beneficial.

He saw me in the Art's Room during his art class and my class had been stuck in it as the art teacher was the replacement for my absent teacher. I haven't noticed that i had became his subject to admire.

I used to cross his class every time i needed a loo. Yes, his class was just next to the ladies.

And, that's how falling in the first sight begun...