A gloomy afternoon. Ugh and I am having nothing fun to do at school. I tried to peep down the window but as usual it is very silent. This scorching summer heat is making my head to crave for something cold. Maybe ice- cream or cola. Well I don’t know I just wanted something like that.
Woah! I spaced out. I didn’t even knew at which line Mrs. Dabodia is. Mrs. Chetna Dabodia, my English teacher. She is having a poker face. I had never ever seen her smiling. Not even once. And today she is reading the story ‘A Different Kind of School’, very fast. I mean she usually read the chapters fast but she is at an unimaginable speed today. I mean I am not able to understand even a single line she was reading even though the book is lying here in front of me, at this wooden table. A scraped wooden table. I guess it is older than our school.
There is a knock at our classroom’s door. I sincerely hope for a teacher who must have been here, seeking for kids who can help him in something. And for my disappointment, it is our principal. Wait. What is our principal doing here, I mean, it is only 2nd period. Mr. Manish Fulara, our principal, he usually patrols the corridors after the lunch time. And he is in our classroom, did someone told him about Chetna mam that she is not teaching properly or did someone told him that it was me and my friends who punctured his car. Oh god! Please save me. I promise I will not do this next time. I will even repent for it by… by…. By telling mom, NO. I will surely repent it by studying harder. Yes, I will definitely study hard next time and will not be involved in any such things. Please god just save me this time.
Oh wait there’s a girl coming after him. Who is she? Is she the one who saw us doing that deed?

Mr. Fulara- Students of class 6-D, I would like you all to meet this new girl. She is a transfer student and will be studying with you all from now on. Please be very very nice to her. Ok?

Yeeeesssss Siiiiiiiiiir!
Hush! Thankfully it was not about the car. But why principal mannu did specially came to see off this girl. Whatever maybe she is his relative or something.

Mrs. Dabodia- Hi! What is your name? Can you introduce yourself to the class?

This girl must be a close relative of the principal. That’s why even our strict teacher is talking very sweetly with her.

Oyiii Ayush! I turned around and saw my friend Hitesh calling out to me.

What?

Hitesh- Look we got another dumb dumb in our class. Hahahahaha

I was not going to laugh but then I looked at that girl, still standing near the blackboard. She is pulling out a notebook out of her bag. And I laughed. A little loud I guess. Loud enough for Mrs. Dabodia to hear.

Mrs. Dabodia – (with her sharp and loud voice) Do you want to go out of the class? Keep your mouth shut and pay attention over here.

I even stopped smiling and looked at that girl. She is staring at me. Constantly. It is creeping me out. I looked here and there and then placed my head on that ancient desk.

This girl, she opened the notebook and there were some colorful cards in between that notebook. I am confused. I guess the whole class is. She showed the first card. A HI! Is written on this red colored card. Is she seriously playing game with us? I am not interested but I am still curious with all this card stuff.


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