Welcome back! Here is the eighth and the final post in ‘The Little Girl’ series written as past of My Friend Alexa Campaign. Happy reading friends!

A new session was always exciting. New classroom, new books, new teachers and new promises. The little girl was sad about leaving her baby sister home, but she couldn’t wait to tell all her friends about the new addition to the family!

Mother had examined her uniform last Sunday. She had then decided to open the hem of her skirt.

“You’ve grown taller my girl,” she exclaimed proudly.

The little girl tilted her head slightly and grinned. She wondered if she had grown taller than her best friend as well. They had almost been the same height when school had closed for winter vacation. In fact, the little girl had been shorter…just about an inch.

‘God please let me be taller than my friend. I am tired of standing in the first row. At least one girl in class can be shorter than me!’ she prayed silently.

The school had come alive after three long months. Winters in the hill town were always the season of hibernation. The girls were all excited to be back. Stories about holiday trips and adventures were doing rounds. At the same time, the enthusiasm of the new classroom, the urgency to reserve a favourite seat and the freshness of it all- there was a chirpiness about school that day.

The little girl looked around the new classroom. It was much bigger than the one they sat in, the previous year. It was well lighted too with almost five sets of bow windows on either side of the room. She carefully selected two desks next to a window right in the centre of the room, reserving the seat next to her for her best friend.

But where was her bosom buddy, her partner in crime? As the girls trickled into the room one by one, the little girl eagerly waited for her friend. After all, she had so much to share with her- all the itsy-bitsy details about her little sister!

“Hello, my friend!” someone called out.

The little girl turned around to see one of her tallest classmates standing right in front of her.

“Not quite the place for you, isn’t it? You should take the table right in front!” she said.

The little girl smiled. “I’m good actually. I think I will manage well…uh…did you see my best buddy anywhere around? Has she come as yet?”

“Are you talking about the short one, the one exactly like you…”


“The one with really short hair and a broken tooth?”

“Yes! Have you seen her around?”

“Oh, well. I’d heard her announce on the last day before vacation that she was going to change her school. I think her parents were planning to send her off to a boarding. Didn’t she tell you this?”

“She did…but it wasn’t certain.”

“It’s almost time now. If she doesn’t turn up in a few minutes, you’d better think she’s gone!”

The little girl was left shell-shocked. She looked at the vacant seat next to her. Just then she saw another class fellow walk in through the door. A decent, friendly girl whom she liked much. She contemplated if she should ask her to come and sit next to her.

“Hello! How have you been?” asked the girl.

“I’ve been good, thank you,” said the little girl. “Hope you had a great vacation.”

The little girl then looked out of the window, deciding against offering the adjoining seat to anyone at that moment. That’s when she heard the ding dong of the school bell. It was time for the first morning assembly of the academic session, time for the huge black gate to close and time for her to accept that her friend had gone, forever.

The little girl got up from her chair and walked to the assembly hall, dragging her feet, allowing herself to be pushed around by girls hurrying down the stairs.

Once she reached the hall, she joined her class, standing in the first row. She no longer cared to be taller than her friend. She only wanted her back. She would be fine standing in front of her, still being an inch shorter as she had always been.

As the other girls began to line up and the sound of the beating drums reached her ears, she joined her hands and thought about her friend. Would she get to see her again? Maybe, just see her. She said a silent prayer, thinking about a lot of things.

The drums had stopped beating and the principal was already on the stage, with a warm welcome note. Just as they were about to say the morning prayer, someone pulled the little girl’s shirt from behind. She immediately turned around to receive the most wonderful surprise of the morning. The best friend was standing right behind her, grinning from ear to ear, looking slightly taller than before.

“I thought you’d changed your school,” the little girl couldn’t contain her excitement.

“WHAAATTTT? No! Who told you that?” the best friend murmured.

“But you were late for school, I thought…”

“Oh! I missed the school bus and…”

“I have such an amazing piece of news to share,” the little girl gushed.

At the exact time, someone held her by the shoulders and turned her around. She looked up to see her teacher standing next to her, visibly annoyed. But the little girl didn’t bother much about it.

She folded her hands to join the others in saying the morning prayer. She was ecstatic and sent a quick note of gratitude to God.

She knew she would be standing in the first row, at least for some time, maybe an entire year. But she didn’t mind. No more!


I am taking my blog to the next level with Blogchatter’s #MyFriendAlexa Campaign. This is the eighth post in the series. Read the other posts below.

The Butterfly Fluttered Its Wings

Welcome to the New School

The Plan

High Neck in Winters

No Longer Little

Nobody Loves Me Anymore

A New Beginning

13 thoughts on “STANDING IN THE FIRST ROW”

  1. I loved reading the little girl’s life’s episodes.
    Can’t wait for the next series coming up in the future.
    All the best Aunt.

  2. Oh the short ones standing in front, the school assemblies, the teacher pulling a student up…
    I’m back in my school days with the little girl.
    Thank you Sonia for making that happen. 😊😊

  3. That’s a cute story and guess what it made me nostalgic and took me back to the prayer line in my school. I had opposite troubles in my school days as I was the tallest and had to stand in the last row always… I had so craved to stand in front but never got a chance, only when PT sir use to say ‘about turn’ in assembly, I use to feel glad.

  4. It left a smile on my face! The concern about being taller than your friend is very relatable. Glad for the little one who slowly but steadily managed to create her space. lovely post.

  5. This is so sweet! The little girl’s value for friendship is beyond her competitiveness.
    I couldn’t wipe off a warm smile all the while I was reading the story.
    Happy for the little girl and wishing her best 😘
    So going to miss her and her innocent conundrums.
    Looking forward to many more from your pen, Sonia!

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