Memories of the past marched toward their inevitable future.

  And I remained outside it.

  Outside the relentless,ever-moving, past…as if I did not belong to it anymore.

  Just like any outsider, any spectator.

  I merely watched what my naive self did.

  Grinning brightly,he climbed down the bus when it finally reached the school.

  My chest tightened when my eyes fell upon that familiar building.

  The name of the school was :

  The sunshine school

  A three-story beige structure built around an open playground. Two long wings stood parallel, connected at the front, leaving the back exposed to the open sky.

  The school spanned over two acres, holding more than sixteen hundred students—from nursery to tenth grade.

  The institution was meant to teach me hope,

  give me confidence and build my dreams.

  But it taught me something more enduring :

  How untrustworthy humans are.

  This was the place where I lost my faith in people…

  and in the very god they worshipped.

  My thoughts were interrupted by an irritating sound.

  The bell rang twice.

  Once to mark the end of morning prayer.

  Once to announce the beginning of the first period.

  My past self stood among hundreds of children on the dirt ground enclosed on three sides.

  When the bell finished ringing.

  student started drifting toward their respective class as the assembly broke, the oppressive silence was replaced by the deafening roar of a thousand conversations.

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  Yet I was not part of even one of them.

  I was new joining and I did not know where my classroom was.

  And I had no one to ask.

  I watched my younger self turn his head left and right in confusion, pretending to understand.

  It was almost amusing.

  That was when I realized something.

  I could float. I could fly.

  I could move freely inside my own memory.

  I felt omniscient.

  Because I already knew what would happen next, or rather…What had already happened.

  The young me walked behind a boy of his age.

  Why can't I recognise him?

  Why is his face yellow?

  Gears of my mind spun faster than they should have and fogg of memories cleared a bit,as a name surfaced itself:

  Yellow face

  A name I had given him years later, when his real name and face had faded from my memories.

  Come to think of it,soon I will see the younger version of:

  green face, black face,blue face,ivory face,pink face , blurry and distorted faces,also faceless.

  I wondered if I would see the vileness I remembered hiding behind those innocent forms.

  My heart started pounding against my ribcage.

  curiousity had always been a core part of me

  And without it I'm as good as dead.

  Soon, my younger self stopped before a classroom.

  Above the door, written in white paint:8th d2

  I rushed forward instinctively, as if to protect him if something attacked from inside.

  He carelessly entered inside the class.

  The moment he stepped inside all sound vanished without a trace.

  This kid brought himself a good attention of

  More than fifty students.

  They all started scrutinized a new face that had just appeared.

  Under those curious,judging, eyes he felt nervous and shy.

  I hovered above him, watching them with a disgusting expression.

  I recognised everyone single one of them but the way I recognize them is somewhat unique…

  There I saw ivory face,blue face,green face, yellow face,pink face,red face,and more,I even saw few distorted faces, some forgotten face whom I call faceless.

  The whispers began.

  Kind me lowered his head and walked toward the last bench near the window.

  I remembered that habit of mine.

  I had always preferred window seats.

  I had always been a person who daydreams a lot.

  As soon as I headed towards the bench a guy stopped me and proclaimed " we have already occupied this bench" you can sit somewhere else.

  That guys wasn't rude and I was naive so I just left my favourite spot I just picked and searched for an empty bench.lots of benches were empty but they were all reserved for their friends.

  Defeated and exhausted, I sat on the first bench.I did not disliked it.

  There was a door beside me, and through its narrow frame, I could see the outside vividly.

  The first period hadn't even started but I already started daydreaming.

  A sweet escape from bitter reality.

  I felt someone poke my back but I was too lost in my own imagination.

  They poked me again but I obviously ignored them, untill I felt a sharp pain on my back.

  When I turned I saw a tall boy laughing barbaric. Accompained by a short boy , a slim boy and a skinny boy.

  "why did you hit me?" I spat

  I feared nothing.I grew up in a village and village kids aren't that easy to bully.

  …

  My younger self started arguing with the black face,and three faceless students whom I clearly don't remember anymore.

  The black face apologised for his behaviour and young me ofcourse forgive him.

  I was once that kind.

  But I knew this isn't the end but the beginning. And, yes …true to my prophecy.

  my younger self got hit more than thrice that day,his eyes held a primival rage…his eyes desired to kill the black face but I know he will not do something that ridiculous.

  He will silently burry every unshared and

  unpleasant feeling inside his own heart.

  If I'm not wrong his heart had already became graveyard of his own emotions.

  Sometimes I even ponder if this is the reason why I forget things easily.

  My first day of the school was extremely memorable.

  After getting hit thrice by the same boy, young me was boiling with suppressed rage.

  Black face thought I was an easy target to bully and thus he hit once more bit this time it was harder.

  I wanted to choke this guy to the painful death but unfortunately I'm marely a phantom inside my own memories.

  My younger self is morally gray.

  I could worry less because as kind as he seems,he can also become as callous as he wants.

  If he decides to hate you.

  He will hate you…forever,untill the day you die.

  The moment black face hit fourth time.

  Young me took a deep breath and removed one of the slippers,held it inside his dominate hand and with a speed that far surpased his 14 years hands.His slipper connected perfectly on the jaw of black face.

  A deep red imprint left on his dark skin as black face cried in pain.

  They said the first day of your school life will be unforgettable…indeed, I couldn't agree more.