Uncertain Love

Chapter 8 - Say Sorry

Harsha's POV
"Does anyone have the answer to this question?" the math teacher, Mrs. Shyamala asked.
I raised my hand. She nodded towards me.
"Mam, I do have an answer but I wanted to say there's an easier method to find it."
She raised her eyebrows, somewhat angrily.
"What I mean is, I've already learned this (you can take higher classes in America) and there's an easier method to solve this, rather than that long equation on the board."
"I just need the answer, even if there's an easier method you can't use it," she said firmly.
"Well, that isn't fair I'm sure we'll be able to understand-
"Are you the teacher or am I the teacher?" she raised her voice slamming the ruler on the table, "You do not talk back like that, you can only follow what's on the book and syllabus."
I sighed, turning my head, I stood up.
"Mam, you're not the one writing the exam and breaking their heads trying to use that equation. Yes, I'm not the teacher but do you really think we understand everything? No, we just memorize everything in the book and write the exact same thing."
"Let her write the method on the board and we'll see," a boy yelled from behind.
I looked at the teacher with a "see" expression.
She moved and I wrote a new way to solve the problem (just imagine something I don't even know the problem lol).
Once I was done, I looked back to everyone in class.
"Isn't it easier?!" I exclaimed. A lot of them looked at it and approved. Nodding their heads, saying "oh," and "yes." I looked over to the teacher, she looked defeated.
"You still can't use this method for the tests and exams, not many teachers know this method."
"Well I don't know, maybe we can use this in our homeworks and then we'll be able to understand the equation better?"
"No. Go sit down." I rolled my eyes, and went back to the seat.
"Look here," she said to the students, "you cannot use this, it won't be counted. Not on your homework eiter, not on anything." ( IDK if this is realistic but we're doing it).
"And you," she said pointing to me, "Please behave better in class, this kind of behavior is unacceptable."
"All I did was give a suggestion for the better-"
"And do not talk back to me again, or else you'll have to stand outside. I'm being generous because you're new."
I scowled to myself.

Shiva's POV
"It's not even the first day of school and you're in trouble," Anand said, "This isn't your America okay?" Harsha twisted her mouth angrily.
I looked at her, I'm not surprised that she talked back like that. But I'm impressed, no one dares to even talk properly to Mrs. Shyamala and then there's Harsha who talks back.
"If Sneha finds out you're dead," Anand added. She looked at us confused.
I pointed to Sneha, Mrs. Shyamala's daughter. Someone from our class was already feeding the gossip to her, because she kept glancing at Harsha every now and then.
Sneha is our best friend, she usually hangs out with us most of the time.
"That's the teacher's daughter," I said, "She already knows what you did. It wouldn't be seconds before she comes at you."
As if on cue, Sneha came walking towards us, Harsha more specifically.
She stood in front of her, and pushed Harsha's slightly on the shoulder, as if to say move back.
"Hi," Harsha said innocently.
"You better say sorry to my mother, she's really upset."
"Oh come on, as a teacher she should listen to the student's-
"Say sorry."
"Sorr-"
"To my mother."
Harsha stared at her.
"Aye. You and your mother are exactly the same, cutting me off before I could speak. Saying sorry to you is the same as saying it to your mother." She said scoffing.
Sneha looked angrier.
"It isn't the time to joke right now" There was already a group of people surrounded. Harsha gulped, I smirked.
"Ok I'll say sorry, on one condition,"
"You nor your mother must interrupt me while I'm talking," she said seriously.
Sneha looked at her for a moment then slowly nodded.

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