It has been 15 minutes since I was in my class waiting for My Friends to come and have some fun. I looked at my watch and it was 7:35 AM. My friend entered the class, and we greeted each other. By the time it was 7:47 AM, most of my friends had entered the classroom. Then came the most important character in the story, whom we shall call " Lady Wizard. " So she entered the classroom and sat along with a girl who is famous her activities in the classroom. She observed the classroom and the students as well. I was busy with my company as I was feeling excited about My book release. I saw her from the back. She had long hair and stood tall. Firstly, I thought that she would be a new student who didn't know with whom she had sat. I am always available to help people. As soon as I stood up to help her, she turned back. And man, her eye attacks were like a DDoS attack to crash a website. She turned ahead, and the bombing was stopped. Although I had little respect for all aspects of my life, this point was life- remembering. I fell, and my mates helped me get back to my early status. Our class teacher entered the classroom, which was a busy market. I don't want to hurt anyone's privacy or trust, but here I can say one word: "Wizard. " A " Wizard" stood for a person who did magic! And you can relate to it. My class teacher looked at her in a shocked and funny manner. She said, "New admission? " That said , " Yes Mam!" After that, they had some confidential conversations, and the last thing I heard was, "Wrong classroom beta, there's your class!", said my class teacher, pointing out the next classroom after ours. Suddenly, the bell rang, and that girl vanished. After that, we were ordered to form a line and assemble at the assembly area to conduct the prayer. We all formed a line, but I was still hypnotised by the pink venom. I was still thinking about where she must have gone. The assembly was over and still , I was thinking about where she must have gone. The first four periods were just time passes for a boy who stood for his gestures in class. I was wondering where she went, and then I saw that their class was moving out to attend their scheduled class in another corridor. I spotted her and, come on I am not a stalker! I understood that what I was thinking was right. " They are seniors," my batchmate replied to my unspoken words. Age is just a number, I replied, and the real journey began from there.