Shaya's first day of school.She is excited,unlike other kids who usually cry or refuse to go. Those children are actually smart though, shaya is stupid to be excited,for the uniform for the unknown that is eaiting for her at school,she's stupid.

"let's go"

Shaya holds her mother's finger while asking innocent questions.

"Bye shaya!!"

Shaya says bye and runs off inside the building without turning back,because of excitement of course.

6 months later..

"Bye shaya!!"

"byeee" replied shaya,and went inside the building.The attitude was changed now. There was no more excitement in her steps, just silence.She went inside her class and sat.

The bell rings and the first period starts.

"Read the sentences one by one,now",says the teacher as she points to the first student.

Shaya's turn comes,and as she stands to read the words even though she didn't know how to,she tries but eventually fails.

The teacher calls her,slaps her on both her cheeks and sends her back to her seat.

Shaya comes back to sit. She doesn't cry or show any other emotion. She was in 1st grade, without any friends or the ability to read. The teachers just hitting her instead of teaching while shaya endures it without crying or making a fuss refusing to go to school. Shaya continues to go to school, receiving the insults and beating without any complaints. But everything changed the day shaya's father announced his transfer order. They were being transferred to their hometown. shaya couldn't understand what was going on as she was dumb, but soon realised that she won't go to the same school anymore. She didn't actually realky understand anything yet she jumped around when she was told that they are shifting where her grandpa lives.

Time flew by, and the family moved to their hometown. Everything was taken care of, shaya and her sister were admitted to a new school.

On her first day to school shaya didn't see any difference other than the absence of building replaced by small hut shaped houses used for classes. Shaya didn't mind but it was different for her, the school wasn't poor but they just had a unique style.

Shaya sat quietly in the class on her first day to school.

"hey,what is your name?"

"shaya"

"whatt.."

The kid who asked shaya laughed with the other students and shouted,"Ma'am looks like we have a third shaya in our class"

Shaya listened and gave no expression. She understood that she's going to be called 'shaya IIIrd' from now on.Some more students came to talk to her during recess.Shaya talked,and laughed with them. Met with the other two shayas. And went home with a different first day.

6 months later

"shaya,this isn't how you do it,listen carefully again"

The math teacher explained the topic again to shaya until she finally understood.

Recess came, shaya shouted and laughed along talking about useless things with everyone.

The school changed her, the teacher's efforts changed her. She wasn't a failing kid anymore, a different future was awaiting her.