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The morning of my first day in Class 6 felt different. I wore my new uniform, slung a fresh school bag over my shoulder, and stepped into school with a strange mix of anxiety and excitement. Everything was unfamiliar—new students, new teachers, and a whole new world I had to face.
As I entered the classroom, I noticed girls already grouped up. Some faces were unfamiliar, others chatted like old friends. That’s when I saw them—the girls who would soon become the most beautiful memories of my life.
Haya – the calm, thoughtful one who caught my eye first.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNspcZ0LPAa
Laiba – confident on the outside, with kindness hidden in her eyes.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQEtTUKNaI2
Meher – a bit reserved, but her gaze held depth.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡepH0ngntij
Noor and Sania – our class clowns, always smiling, always laughing.
I had no idea then that these girls would become part of my soul.
We naturally formed our own seating groups. Haya, Laiba, and Meher took the front bench. I sat on the second bench with Noor and Sania. In the beginning, we were all just polite classmates. But within days, a silent bond began to grow between us—through conversations, shared homework, laughter, and little mischiefs.
🌸 Each One Had Her Own Spark
I was the emotional one—quiet but deep. Sometimes my words hit hard like an emotional explosion.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtMpixOx8Da
Laiba? Loud, blunt, but with the purest heart.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMWQeOm7l7L
Haya couldn’t stop talking—ever.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Tv8i1i5lX
Meher was calm, but when she and Laiba clashed, sparks flew.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCZdJGf7bOS
Noor and Sania were our energy boosters—full of jokes and chaos.
🎤 We Were Stars on Stage Too
Our friendship wasn’t just confined to classroom benches. We ruled the school stage.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡONcGAgiJIl
Whether it was Independence Day speeches or Teachers Day events—we were always front-line.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwtsBz0i96h
Even the principal once said,
"These six girls are the pride of this school."
🎭 Little Things, Big Memories
Of course, we had fights and misunderstandings.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWEzKKhKpBI
Laiba and Meher argued often.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMgMYrizEMJ
Haya sometimes took things personally.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPn6hcb3yux
And me? I would go silent.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWmJHVXNEYl
But somehow, a smile, a sorry, or one funny line would fix everything.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLR0h0sHqRQ
Sharing lunches, doing group work, surprising each other on birthdays—these are the memories that became our foundation.
⏳ Class 9 – When Things Started to Shift
In Class 9, a shift came. Our group got divided by class sections.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk5uSFGCii3
I stayed with Haya and Laiba, while Meher, Noor, and Sania moved to another section.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRwGnCBVi3Z
They made new friends, and naturally, our routine changed.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡet8tRNWIko
But for us three—me, Haya, and Laiba—our bond only grew stronger.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡycrZZfmFbc
We shared benches, spent free periods chatting, studied together, and stayed inseparable.
🎓 College – New Paths, Old Bonds
When college started, everything changed again.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDvVhZEL4PV
I chose ICS.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWHu2pIV0eU
Haya and Laiba went into FSC (Pre-Medical), and luckily landed in the same section again.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVm9TzSUjy6
It was the first time we were physically apart.
But still—corridor catch-ups, break-time hugs, and late-night texts reminded us that the bond hadn't faded.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBKhropgHYX
Haya would share her bio practical stories.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaixh6wE6bQ
Laiba would rant about her assignments.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl9rI8NJNGY
And I’d be lost in my programming headaches.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0xnCXW941x
But whenever we talked, it felt like no time had passed.
📱 Now – Just One Message Away
Now we’re all busy with life.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCfWRgcM2kd
From school to college to home—everything has changed.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG1MbgQFfOJ
But sometimes, a simple “Hi” on WhatsApp, or a reply to an old photo, brings it all rushing back.
And suddenly, we’re back in that classroom…180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbxC1dDijS0
six girls, one bench, and a world of our own.
💭 Final Words
You girls are the storybook of my youth.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKtMSL1kP60
Every smile, every fight, every apology—engraved in my heart.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGmAHsAennU
Thank you, Haya, Laiba, Meher, Noor, Sania… for walking into my life.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEfZCxUYUm0
You gave me memories I will never stop carrying.
Time passed, but our friendship didn’t.180Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYzzlBQyHPf
You’re still in my heart—always.
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