Story Teller Part 3

‘I just hate her’ I spoke to myself.


She was on top of the hit list of my enemies; the list was full of my school teachers and my rickshaw fellows. I wanted to teach a lesson to all of them after I pass out from the school and to make this plan successful I wanted to involve a few good goons of my class.


Amit (a boy with a rounder in his hand all the time, has was punished several times because of his attacking nature, he was not a criminal but he loves to inject rounder’s pin into others’ arms in case somebody doesn’t listens to him).


Abdul (a very naughty student of my class with a good sense of humor, he had a gang of his own, he was very dominating and was Godfather of his gang, He used to make maximum utilization of lunch break by fighting with the gangsters of other section).


NEXT PERIOD:

Hindi had never been a tough subject for me; in fact it was the favorite subject of mine. At my home whenever my parents asks me to study, I take my hindi notebook and read it again and again.

Though it was the subject of ease for me, I was scared of it today.
‘I forgot to bring the notebook, I left it on my bed I guess’, I said.

‘Ready for another punishment’ my partner said with a killing smile on his face.

‘Please arrange for one from the other section’ I asked him as I do not have friends there.

Because of my shy nature I was least popular among the students of other section.
‘OK, I will get it, but in return you have to give me the new pen for the whole day you’ve brought today’
‘Sure’, I said.
The teacher was late today and the monitor took charge of the class.

To be continued……….