Everyone came forward. Now we formed a group around Aahina and Aman. Suddenly a drop of blood on the floor gained my attention. I am confused but still trying to figure out the source. Oh there’s some blood on Aaniha’s hand too. Why is her hand bleeding? No. wait. It’s coming down from her cheeks. But she is still sitting very quietly. Not even wincing. Hinaa is trying to look where Aaniha is injured. She held all of Aaniha’s hair in ponytail and said- ewwwww ...
Both of Aaniha’s ears are bleeding. I am still not able to comprehend what had just happened. Maya rushed out to call teachers. I am still holding that ear-machine. But now with disgust and wobbly hands. If teachers will see this earpiece in my hand then they will surely think that I am the one responsible for this.
I threw, both the earpiece out of the window. Mrs. Dabodia came. She looked at Aaniha, then she looked at all of us, then she looked at me. She took Aaniha and rushed in the direction of medical room.
All of us looked at each other. Even though they are still my friends, I can sense disgust in their stare. Well I was not the one who gave the dare. I was just completing it. It’s all Rashmi’s fault. She was the one who gave me this gruesome dare. She is the one responsible for this.
A week passed. And Aaniha was absent in all these days. I don’t care about her, but I just wanted to say sorry. It’s not my mistake, but still I want to apologies. It is again the second period. Mrs. Dabodia is again travelling from the bullet train. And a knock again. On the door. We all looked towards the door. Somehow in the deep hoping for Aaniha to be there. But on the door, a young woman, whom I had never seen before, is standing. She came into the class without asking mam’s permission, and even our teacher greeted her with smile. Who is she?
She came into the class with full confidence and said-
Hi students. My name is Rishika. And I am your teacher, who is going to teach you all sign language.
Sign language? Why? I don’t want to learn? Is this a new course or new exercise? Ugh why? I don’t want to do this.
Rishika mam gestured at someone while facing the classroom’s door. Aaniha came in. Why is she not smiling? Has she told teachers what had happened that day? Man I am so doomed. But I was not alone.
Everyone will be accounted for that event. Well that’s a relief.
Next day after the assembly, Rishika mam who is already present in the class welcomed us all. She asked all of us to settle down. Then she told us about some sign languages, in which I am not at all interested. I didn’t even bothered to look at her.
This happened every day. Continued for weeks. In the month of august, it was raining very hard one day, in the morning itself. But my parents still insisted to go to school. So when I saw the school gate I started running. I bumped into someone. Ugh again it’s Aaniha. I got up, but my pants are totally wet from falling on the ground. I looked for my umbrella and picked it up. Thank god I am not soaking wet. I looked at Aaniha. Well she is soaking wet. All of her notebook and few pages are scattered on the ground. All the things were drenched. I think that I should help her, but she came near to me and said something in alien voice.
Aai amm sowwy.
She is even using some signs which I am totally not understanding.
But then I heard the first bell. I thought someone will help her, I should rush back to the class otherwise I will be punished. So I looked here and there and rushed towards my classroom. Without looking back. Huh well she was the one who bumped into me, so it’s totally her fault.
I reached the classroom, a minute or two late, still catching my breath, asked permission from Rishika mam to enter. Hush hopefully I am not too late.
Half of the day is over. Finally its lunch time. I asked my friends to come with me to the canteen but surprisingly everyone said no. Ok. This is something new for which I am not ready. Maybe they are just not hungry. Or they might not be having money to buy anything. I will also not let them have even a single bite from my spring rolls. They are at the loss, not me. All these thoughts were rallying in my head, when on the reception I saw Aaniha sitting with a lady on the white colored sofa. Lucky her. At least she doesn’t have to worry about her studies.
My mother said that such type of students will get marks for free. I wish I can be this much lucky. Where I can play whole day and my teachers are giving me free marks. After buying spring rolls when I reached my classroom, I heard a complete silence. Everyone was talking, I was able to hear them from outside the class, but it’s all quite now. And moreover why they are looking at me like this. Like I have stolen something from them. I looked for Hitesh into the crowd and slowly walked towards him. He gave me the most hatred look.
Woah what happened. I asked him.
You are a bully. And I don’t want to talk to a bully.
What? Bully? Me?


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