“Mom, I don’t want to go please...”
“Ah! I promise I will get you at evening”
“But…”
“No buts, it’s getting late, bell is going ring…. Run!”
She expected me to run, but actually she was running towards the parking lot leaving me behind. I dodged the sands with my shoes guessing I could plant my legs inside it. I watched her back; I did all assured signs with my hands and yelled ‘mom’ to make her look back. But she moved on, not even bothering what her only darling daughter was trying to demand. Meanwhile all my efforts was evident to my P.T master only, he gave me one daring look in return indicating not to open my mouth again.
School is not a pleasant place for 7 years old girl, especially when you have a bully tagging along with you.
Bell rang! I fasten my steps and went straight to IIB class but not without giving a glance at IIA section class. I always wished for that class, it’s not that am having any special friend in it or that class teacher is Motherly Angel. It’s all becau…
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