Story Teller Part 5

In our school the washrooms were centrally located. I went inside and confirmed if there is nobody in there.




‘No one’

I closed the door and took the pencil out from my pocket.



I checked the wall. There were lot many love and hatred quotes already written.

I don’t know why boys express their love feelings in the washroom when a girl can never come there to read.



Anyways, let me do my work.

“I hate Vishakha Khetrapal and #$%^%$#$%%%$$” I wrote on the wall.

I was a little scared but also relaxed after this.

I rushed towards my class.

The day is quiet good’, I said.

‘No dude, the principal is on hunt’. (hunt=round), Jaspreet said.


‘Has he visited our class?’ I asked.


‘No, but we’ll see him any time’.

‘Look here he comes’

“Goood mooooorning siiir”, the class greeted him.

‘Good Morning, sit down’ He said.