Story Teller part 2

I went outside the class and didn’t even bother to carry the notebook. In the class this was nothing unusual to me. I never mind of being punished but when it comes to public (out of the class) I used to feel a little ashamed. Over and above the chances of getting scold doubles when you are out of class as you never know when your Principal would come on round.

‘O god, please send at least one more guy to join me” I prayed.
I was least interested in what was going in the class.

Our was a three story school building the classes were built in such a way that we had a lobby in between and classes on both the sides, just like a hotel’s construction. I guess it was built with the intention of converting it into a lodge if the school business doesn’t work

I shifted towards left so as to hide myself from the students of my class and the class in front of me.

I struggled to make some space to stand between the water bottles .
As we were not allowed to carry water bottles inside, students keep it either on the left or on the right of the door of the class. You can see small-small bunch of bottles almost in front of every class of my school. But one thing I noticed that the higher class (10th to 12th) students never carry these as it looks like it was against their maturity level.

I searched through the bottles and picked the best one “cello”, as I heard a lot about it. It is very expensive; water stays cold in it for a long time etc.etc.

As soon I took the first sip, I again heard the same irritating voice.

‘What are you doing and why haven’t you kneel down?’

I slowly took water inside and without uttering even a single word bent down on my knees.

The class went on and just before the period gets over I heard very bad and very unwelcome Breaking news.

‘Take out the daily diary and not down the unit test portion of Biology’.

UNIT TEST- the test series that takes place every alternate month in my school. God knows who invented this “test culture” in this world. I literally hate this.

Test and Exams were nightmare for me, I was very much afraid of these, not because I had to study but because the report cards we get and that too with a presumed condition of submitting it back to the Class teacher after getting it signed from parents.

Trrriiinnnnnngggggggg

At last the bell rang.

‘Sorry Maa’m’ I said to my teacher when was passing through the door of my class. She didn’t even give me a look and went away.

I cleaned my trousers and went inside the class.

‘One more period and we will have lunch break’ my partner said with a smile on his face.

I called him partner and not friend because we were the students of almost nil intellectual level; we were never interested in Studies and most of the times he accompanies me when I was thrown out of the class.

Keep watching this space………..to be continued.