The last exam finally arrived.
Science.
Everyone looked tired but relieved.
"No more studying after today!" Emily whispered dramatically before the bell rang.
Sophia smiled. "Let's just finish this."
Anna sat quietly, reading the question paper carefully. This was the last paper of Class 8.
Behind her, Oliver tapped his pen lightly on the desk.
When the final bell rang, the whole class burst into noise.
"It's over!" someone shouted.
Bags were packed quickly. Friends made holiday plans. Laughter filled the room.
Oliver leaned forward one last time.
"Good job surviving, Roll 11," he said with a small smile.
"You too, Roll 12," Anna replied.
It felt simple.
But also meaningful.
As Anna walked out of the classroom that day, she turned around once.
The benches.
The board.
The windows.
So many memories.
She didn't know what would happen next year.
Would things change?
Would feelings grow?
Or would everything stay the same?
A few weeks later, results were announced.
Everyone was nervous again.
When the class list for the new session was posted, students rushed to check their sections.
Anna searched quickly.
Class 9 – Section A.
Her name was there.
She scanned the list again.
Roll No. 11 — Anna Anderson.
Roll No. 12 — Oliver Walker.
Same section.
Her heart quietly felt relieved.
Emily and Sophia were also in the same class.
When the new session began, the classroom looked different again.
New books.
New timetable.
New subjects.
But some things hadn't changed.
"Good morning, Roll 11," came the familiar voice from behind.
Anna turned slightly.
"Good morning, Roll 12."
A new class had started.
But her feelings?
They were still there.
Soft.
Secret.
And growing with her