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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.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgdiA4Ijs3I
Laiba – confident on the outside, with kindness hidden in her eyes.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuwd7enZzZb
Meher – a bit reserved, but her gaze held depth.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGHOpPFeGRq
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.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvP0vFwKcfF
Laiba? Loud, blunt, but with the purest heart.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqkoubYq8Nh
Haya couldn’t stop talking—ever.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWDYpwnmZ9b
Meher was calm, but when she and Laiba clashed, sparks flew.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡClDhVrGbLM
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.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLj4T7JJL58
Whether it was Independence Day speeches or Teachers Day events—we were always front-line.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtIF0W45T8D
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.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjidftNxDza
Laiba and Meher argued often.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGMNeieN3dr
Haya sometimes took things personally.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3dqf2oZTOo
And me? I would go silent.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGeJt7qHuNA
But somehow, a smile, a sorry, or one funny line would fix everything.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQtR1LyNcIF
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.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOaHhaTck1b
I stayed with Haya and Laiba, while Meher, Noor, and Sania moved to another section.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY1cpxZM2c8
They made new friends, and naturally, our routine changed.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwbZwB6yWvr
But for us three—me, Haya, and Laiba—our bond only grew stronger.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ8aGTvRZ2Q
We shared benches, spent free periods chatting, studied together, and stayed inseparable.
🎓 College – New Paths, Old Bonds
When college started, everything changed again.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZdTAxfjJgy
I chose ICS.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKwUhfOlXKo
Haya and Laiba went into FSC (Pre-Medical), and luckily landed in the same section again.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡls1NlJgUxm
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.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP5eHzXgEKl
Haya would share her bio practical stories.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwNFgCK5bWQ
Laiba would rant about her assignments.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpOGe1Hzu8h
And I’d be lost in my programming headaches.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡixKrmTCYG3
But whenever we talked, it felt like no time had passed.
📱 Now – Just One Message Away
Now we’re all busy with life.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvpkkfLOkse
From school to college to home—everything has changed.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDCVlE4o5kB
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…109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC72wmKIazg
six girls, one bench, and a world of our own.
💭 Final Words
You girls are the storybook of my youth.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIBbffQYhBi
Every smile, every fight, every apology—engraved in my heart.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡphmLGg7iCr
Thank you, Haya, Laiba, Meher, Noor, Sania… for walking into my life.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM6xxYUKuYY
You gave me memories I will never stop carrying.
Time passed, but our friendship didn’t.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLaPhhd1kUr
You’re still in my heart—always.
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