Yes. You. You are nothing but a bully. You hurt everyone. And now because of you teachers are blaming us for mistreating Aaniha.
But teachers are not all wrong. You all did badmouthed her and teased her.
Suddenly Mrs. Dabodia entered into the classroom. Like a gush of wind, banging the door open. And then shrieking my name.
Ayush. Come out you idiot. I will teach you how to bully properly. Come out at this instant.
I stood there. With spring rolls in my hand. Trying to understand what is happening all of a sudden. I put my spring rolls, which were still wrapped in the foil, piping hot, on my desk, near my bag and started leaving the class with mam. When I reached on the classroom’s door I gave a final look to everyone. And clearly saw the sly grin on everyone’s face.
I walked, rapidly, trying to keep with mam’s pace, and reached again at the reception. Where my father, mother, Aaniha, her parent I guess, Rishika mam, principal, they all were already standing there. Waiting for me I guess.
As soon as I reached towards them, I received a fatal slap from my right, on my right cheek. I fell on the floor. I looked back up with tears in my eyes, but trying to hold them back, it was my father who slapped me this hard. And that too in front of everyone. But why?
Not even a single person came forward to help me to get back on my foot, not even my mother. When I tried to get back on my feet again, my father while...