The Worst Day of My Life
It was the worst day of my life. I really had no attention of getting caught but unfortunately it was one of my unlucky days.
The morning of July 16th was sunny and clear in New Delhi, the sun was glowing on his full height; the school ground was full of grade seven kids running around and playing soccer. Me and my other grade eight friends were there too sitting by the soccer ground on a shiny green grass and enjoying the hot sunny day of July 16th.
“You know we are suppose to be in English class right now”, said the guy with the blond hair name Sunil.
He was one of the boys who like to stay out of troubles because of his cruel parents who spank him for every little mistake he makes.
“Hey! Don’t be an infant”, I said, as he stood up and started walking towards the hallway.
I was confused and scared because if Sunil walks into the class we then have to go too and this is what we didn’t wanted to do because we were already late and 10 minutes of class was gone. I remember once when I was late to my English class and the teacher made me stand on my desk and beat me with a round wooden stick in front of the class.
Pali stood up and ran after Sunil. For a moment I thought that Pali is also going to the class with Sunil but I knew he wouldn’t do that because he hate English. Pali grabbed Sunil’s arm and dragged him along the ground and threw him in the corner where we all were sitting in a circle. He threw him hard on the ground and said.
“What is the big idea. Are you trying to get us into trouble? Sit-down and stay here with us. We all go when the period is over.”
He thought for a moment and sat down nearly one meter away from us leaning against the wall. Everybody was silent now. No one said a word for at least a minute until Mohan spoke up loudly.
“You think the teacher will notice that we are missing from the class.”
It was totally weird for having Mohan with us. It was his first day he ever skipped an English class. His attendance was very less comparing to all of us who were sitting there. He tries lots but can’t able to get good mark in the class somehow. I guess he gave up after the entire struggle and hard work he is being doing in the class and ended up with just 61% overall. I avoided myself asking him why he was skipping the class.
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“Naw, I don’t thing she will notice”, Pali answered Mohan.
“Remember when you skipped the class alone nearly a week ago; she knew you were skipping but she didn’t care. She simply just don’t care,” I said to Pali.
“Yeah I know. Next day when I walked in the class she didn’t even say anything to me, like if nothing happened,” Pali answered with a simile.
We kept on talking about our English teacher and we all were unaware of the situation we were in. We totally forgot that we are supposed to be in class right now. I felt like a free bird as I was sitting on the green...