I sat in the bus, waiting for the পরবর্তি destination. I hoped the school I was being sent to was big, because then playing pranks would be easier, since the আরো roomy it is, the better. I've never been sure why, but it always had been.
Suddenly, the bus stopped. I looked up and saw a small, old house, not even the size of a garden shed, and sighed. Great, I thought.
But this was not the school. A girl, no আরো than twelve, walked out of the old shed, waving to her parents, who stood in the door. In her hand was a small suitcase. She then boarded the bus through its open doors and sat down, setting...