First Day Whispers
Anushka gripped the strap of her backpack tightly, her heart pounding like a frantic drum as she stepped onto the bustling university bus. The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting warm golden streaks across the crowded seats, but none of it could calm the fluttering nerves in her stomach. The air buzzed with the chatter of students—some laughing loudly, others immersed in their phones or books—creating a lively symphony that both excited and overwhelmed her.
She scanned the bus, searching desperately for an empty spot, but every seat seemed claimed. A few passengers stood, balancing themselves against poles, while others squeezed in near the doors. Just as she began to wonder if she’d end up standing for the entire ride, a voice beside her broke through the clamor.
“Hey, you look like you could use a seat,” the girl said with a bright smile, patting the space next to her. She had a cascade of dark hair pulled into a messy ponytail and eyes that sparkled with mischief and warmth. Without waiting for a response, she patted the bench again.
Anushka hesitated only a moment before sliding down beside her. The warmth of the other girl’s presence immediately softened the…
