{"id":37062,"date":"2022-07-05T17:28:20","date_gmt":"2022-07-05T17:28:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/?p=37062"},"modified":"2022-07-05T21:28:46","modified_gmt":"2022-07-05T21:28:46","slug":"komi-and-kai-story-by-kruti","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/?p=37062","title":{"rendered":"“Komi and Kai” Story By Kruti!!!"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cRing! Ring! Ringgggg!\u201d The annoying alarm clock screeches. I shut it off immediately. I do NOT want to go to school. It isn\u2019t my old school, in case you\u2019re wondering. It\u2019s not like I have a test. But it\u2019s the day I start my new school.<\/span><\/p>\n

Let me tell you about myself. Hi. My name is Komi Maxwell. I am in fifth grade. We recently moved from Konya, Texas, and now we are in a place called Miliam City in New Jersey. And the worst part is that I can\u2019t contact my friends. I don\u2019t know their phone number, but they know mine. So maybe they might call me, which is good.<\/span><\/p>\n

I look at my clock, and it says 8:00. I don\u2019t want to be late for my new school on my first day. So I get out of bed and greet my mom. She smiles and says, \u201cHi Komi, how\u2019s it going?\u201d I just say that it\u2019s going fine. And that\u2019s the truth honestly. I feel right now that there is no harm in actually trying to go there and talk to people rather than just pretend to be sick and come in the next day.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My brain is like, \u201cLet\u2019s just get over it.\u201d That\u2019s when my younger sister and brother come downstairs to eat as well. We are eating pancakes for breakfast. I am, surprisingly, the first one to finish. \u201cWell, someone\u2019s excited about school!\u201d my mom says. \u201cMeh, not really,\u201d I reply. But I just say that in my head, so no one hears it except me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I just nod and get ready. I brush my teeth, take a shower, and put on a T-shirt, jeans, and a sweater. I put on my boots, wear my jacket, and go to walk to the bus stop. \u201cWait, Komi, you have to walk with your siblings to the stop.\u201d When my mom says that, I freeze.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Nooooo, whyy? \u201cDo I have to?!\u201d I say. It\u2019s my first day, and the last thing I need is for two little kids to slow me down. My sister, Katrina, walks slowly, and my brother, Kyle, literally runs so fast I have to run as well to keep up. Then, I end up leaving Katrina behind, which ends up in bigger problems. So slow and fast do not go together.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, they don\u2019t know where the bus stop is, and you are their older sibling. So yes,\u201d Mom says. I grumble and take the siblings along with me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t really that obsessed with popularity and clothing. I didn\u2019t really care about those things at all. But, I mean, it is a little embarrassing when you\u2019re chasing after one child and holding another while they\u2019re shouting a lot. Luckily, they\u2019re quiet today, but for that reason, I sense something is wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n

I ask them, \u201cAre you guys okay?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d Katrina says. \u201cWe miss owa old home,\u201d Kyle says. Adults say it\u2019s cute when they talk, and I even think that is true. So I can\u2019t help but smile. \u201cI know you guys miss our old house, but you just gotta live with it you know?\u201d Sadly, that advice does not help. Tears start welling up in their eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

I know a solution. I have their friends\u2019 parents\u2019 phone numbers, so I can have the friends talk to each other. I tell them that, and they cheer. They start smiling as well. I wonder how they aren\u2019t anxious about school. Hmm, I guess the older you get, the more you understand. Maybe, with all that deep stuff, I don\u2019t know!<\/span><\/p>\n

We reach the bus stop and stand there. I see other people standing here as well. When the bus comes, everyone is pushing and shoving each other. When we board, we explain that we are new, and we get assigned bus spots.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I sit next to a boy and put on my seat belt. The lady asks if we all have our seatbelts on, and we do, replying yes. I look at the boy next to me, and he has black hair and bangs. He also has brown eyes and is wearing a hoodie and pants. I say hello to the boy, and he doesn\u2019t say anything. It\u2019s like he is just ignoring me, or he isn\u2019t really having that much of a good day. I just ignore him as well and try finding someone else to talk to on the bus. Looking on the other side of the bus, I spot someone.<\/span><\/p>\n

I wave to them, but I don’t think they notice. The person is too busy communicating with her other two friends.<\/span><\/p>\n

And guess what? The person next to me still doesn\u2019t say anything! So you know what I do? I just pull out the graphic novel I am working on and continue to draw more characters and add to the story.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then we arrive at school. I walk into my homeroom, which is Room 8, Ms. DeCarlo\u2019s class. It\u2019s a bit awkward since no one else sees me. I mean, why would they look at me? Oh, I\u2019m just kidding. People are actually staring at me, and it\u2019s creeping me out. Are they even blinking?! I just stand there.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, hey Komi! Why don\u2019t you take a seat? Let me show you where you are sitting,\u201d the teacher thankfully says to break the silence and pressure that feels like hours of standing there not knowing what to do.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I sit next to a girl, and I look at her name on her desk. It reads, \u201cMia Tambery.\u201d I say hi to her, and she replies, \u201cHi! Aren\u2019t you the new girl?\u201d Welp, I don\u2019t really like that title, even though it is kind of true, so I tell her, \u201cYes, but please, call me Komi!\u201d Mia nods and says, \u201cHow are you?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m doing fine! What about you?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m good!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s amazing how just saying hi and how you are can sometimes lead to a conversation. But only sometimes. Exceptions exist, like that guy on the bus. No idea what his name even is! However, I think Mia is my friend now.<\/span><\/p>\n

Chapter 2<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Classes go by, and soon, before I know it, it\u2019s lunch. We head to the cafeteria, and I see most people have ordered lunch, while others just eat their own from home. Today, according to the menu, is macaroni and cheese. I choose chocolate milk, carrots, and a fruit cup to go along with my meal. I pay for it and sit in a random spot.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Unfortunately, I don\u2019t look where I sit. It\u2019s not that I sit on anything or accidentally knock someone\u2019s lunch off the table. I just sit next to the person that sits next to me on the bus. It\u2019s so quiet between us. I also see someone sitting in front of me, but he isn\u2019t even saying anything.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Tic, toc, tic, toc. I can almost hear the clock whispering those words to me. Back at my old school, I would chat with all of my friends and sit with them. But here, I am FRIENDLESS. Zilch friends. Nada. <\/span>None at all<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n

It makes me feel lonely, so I just eat my macaroni and cheese. I then bite on my carrot sticks, one by one and drink chocolate milk.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The silence between us isn\u2019t that quiet, though. I hear other kids nearby shouting and insulting each other. I wonder if they are joking. They must be, right? And someone says they have a girlfriend? Come on, really? In fifth grade (no offense)? But it could be true, so I\u2019m not really sure.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Still day one, and I have not many friends at all. Just one, but I do appreciate her. I don\u2019t try talking to the boy next to me on the bus when going home, but an urge in my brain is telling me to. Hmm, my mom does say not to judge people by how they look\u2026. So I decide to try talking to him at lunch the next day. He might not listen to me on the bus, but I can try that.<\/span><\/p>\n

So the next day, after getting ready for school, I climb on the bus. I sit in my seat and buckle my seat belt. The person next to me from yesterday says, \u201cHi.\u201d I say hi back to that guy, shocked to see him actually speaking. \u201cYou\u2019re a new student, right? I should\u2019ve introduced you yesterday, so sorry!\u201d He\u2019s nice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, is okay!\u201d I say. \u201cTo be honest, no one really talked to me yesterday!\u201d \u201cAh. Well, what\u2019s your name?\u201d he asks. \u201cMy name\u2019s Komi. Komi Maxwell,\u201d I reply. \u201cI\u2019m Kai! Kai Watari,\u201d he says. \u201cNice, dude. I wish my name was as cool as that,\u201d I state. \u201cOh, come on, your name seems noice as well!\u201d Kai tries to make me feel like it is cool. That\u2019s what you would think, right? Welp, no.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHmm, yeah, your name is bad,\u201d Kai says. I joke, \u201cThen your name is as bad as mine since they both start with \u2018K\u2019 and end with \u2018I\u2019.\u201d Changing the topic, Kai asks, \u201cWhen did you start here? Yesterday, right?\u201d \u201cUh-huh, and what about you?\u201d I ask.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI started three years ago, so I started in 2nd grade.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s cool.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It became a little quiet for only one second, and then I thought of something else to talk about.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you have any favorite TV shows?\u201d I ask. \u201cNo, not really,\u201d Kai replies. I just blink and ask, \u201cSo then you watch any movies? What do you watch?\u201d \u201cPG-13 and rated R,\u201d he answers. \u201cCool, I watch anime and some TV shows,\u201d I say.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s really not that surprising that he watches PG-13 and rated R. Some of my friends from home watched anime, and so do I, so I\u2019ve experienced it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Just then, we reach school. I realize then that Kai might turn out to be one of my good friends at this school. I walk into my classroom, and then realize another thing: Kai is in my class.<\/span><\/p>\n

Chapter 3<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know how I didn\u2019t notice yesterday, but I must have not been paying attention. I\u2019m so stupid. I didn\u2019t even see him. However, he wasn\u2019t staring at me when I walked in yesterday, so I\u2019m not surprised. But for a whole day I didn\u2019t notice he was there.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I wonder why this is happening. It\u2019s weird, because Kai is in the same class as me and sits next to me on the bus and at lunch. Strange, huh? Coincidence or not? I honestly don\u2019t know. But I\u2019m gonna try not to think about it right now.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAlright class.\u201d Our teacher, Mrs. DeCarlo, smiles in her pink sweater, white T-shirt, and jeans. I sometimes think that teachers aren\u2019t that stylish. I mean, they weren\u2019t back home. But my teacher (I have to admit) has some good clothing choices.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cToday, we\u2019ll start with health. So take out your health notes,\u201d she says. I take out my binder and get out my health notes. I received them yesterday as well as social studies notes, science notes, and E.L.A. notes. Wow, a LOT of notes.<\/span><\/p>\n

The teacher puts up a slideshow about the lesson, and then we switch for social studies. Every day is social studies, which is a bit different from my old school. There, we had social studies every other day. So it would be like this:<\/span><\/p>\n

Monday: No social studies<\/span><\/p>\n

Tuesday: Social studies<\/span><\/p>\n

Wednesday: No social studies<\/span><\/p>\n

Thursday: Social studies<\/span><\/p>\n

Friday: No social studies<\/span><\/p>\n

Monday: Social studies<\/span><\/p>\n

And so on.<\/span><\/p>\n

The teacher\u2019s name is Mr. P. I wonder where to sit. It seems like everyone has assigned seats, but I\u2019m not really sure. So I ask the teacher, \u201cWhere do I sit, Mr. P.?\u201d He blinks and says, \u201cYou can sit anywhere you like, as long as the seat is empty.\u201d I wonder why I always narrate people blinking. It\u2019s a weird thing that I do. Don\u2019t judge me, you must have something like that too, I bet.<\/span><\/p>\n

I try sitting in a random empty seat, but you know what the teacher says? \u201cOh no, not that seat. That\u2019s where Yuma sits.\u201d I try another one, and he comments, \u201cNot that seat, that is Oreo\u2019s.\u201d Like, who is OREO? Why does he have such a yummy name-\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Wait, wait, wait. That sentence I said sounds sus. Let me rephrase that. Why does he have such a cool name? Better. Now it\u2019s not sus anymore.<\/span><\/p>\n

The teacher suddenly says, \u201cJust kidding, sit wherever you like. For real.\u201d I smile and sit next to a blonde girl. She has blue eyes, and I say hi to her. She says hi back. I ask her what her name is, and she replies, “Ellie!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Ellie, how are you?\u201d I ask. When I hear her name, it sounds familiar. She tells me that she\u2019s doing well, and before she can ask me back, I question her, \u201cWhat\u2019s your last name?\u201d \u201cGellellar. Why?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I knew I heard that name somewhere! She used to be at my old school, and she was friends with one of my other friends. They were sad to say goodbye to one another once Ellie went to a new school, and it is such a coincidence to see her here! She must have forgotten me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you recognize the name of\u2026Komi? Or maybe, her last name, Maxwell?\u201d I ask. \u201cHmmmm\u2026Uh, yeah! She was at my old school, and her friend was my friend,\u201d Ellie replies, then realizes that I\u2019m Komi. \u201cWait, you\u2019re Komi?!! From my old school?\u201d she asks. \u201cMhm,\u201d I respond with a grin.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Well, this will definitely be a great year for me. One, Kai, is my friend. And two, I found an old friend! It can\u2019t get any better than this, can it?<\/span><\/p>\n

To Be Continued<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cRing! Ring! Ringgggg!\u201d The annoying alarm clock screeches. I shut it off immediately. I do NOT want to go to school. It isn\u2019t my old school, in case you\u2019re wondering. It\u2019s not like I have a test. But it\u2019s the day I start my new school. Let me tell you about myself. Hi. My name […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37062","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37062","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=37062"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37062\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38094,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37062\/revisions\/38094"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=37062"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=37062"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=37062"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}