Gulnaz and Shoaib walked beside each other in a hurry since they were getting late. They both barged through the door to find Dilip sir already started the class and they were last to come inside.
Searching through the class to find a bench empty but it wasn't. There were two seats available but in different benches and with unknown people. Gulnaz heart dropped at the sight as the realisation hits that she can't sit with Shoaib today.
With a disappointment swirling inside her she settled inside and sat beside a middle aged woman. Who's name was Swati which she learned later.
The professor resumed the class, teaching about the few rules in poetry. Gulnaz wasn't interested about it at all since she knew she had Shoaib with her to teach her.
Twenty minutes into the class Gulnaz heard a notification on her phone. With curiosity she checked her phone only to see a message from Shoaib. With a smile she opened it,
Pay attention to class
With rolling eyes, she typed her reply,
I am!!
I know you're not
Shut up
How do you know I'm not ?
Because you haven't since day one
Wrong
I do sometimes ...
Yeah ?
In your dreams
You're so annoying
I know ;)
Then stop being one
No
Fuck off
No
But seriously
Focus
It's so boringgg
He's pointing out some really good points
It will help you
You'll help me
No I won't
You promised
When?
Seriously? Fuck off
Gulnaz pushed her phone to the side with a smile but she soon frowned when she heard the professor calling her.
"Ms.Kaur, I hope you brought your poem today." He said drawing the attention of whole class to her which made her flushed in embarrassment.
She stammered, "Uh I—yes."
The professor had a faint smile on his face, "Great, please share it to the class. We haven't heard from you in three weeks."
Drowning in shame, she wished for the building to be on fire.
"Um yes sure."
Taking her diary from the bag and she slowly made towards the front of class to recite her so called 'poetry'.
She hoped something disastrous to happen so she wouldn't have to do it. Something like the ground swallowing her or a sudden war or flood, anything that would stop this to happen.
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The Storm We Started
Ficção AdolescenteGulnaz Kaur had it all figured out for her semester break. To go for swimming competitions, study for next semester and to be an intern at news media. Until all her plans came crushing down when she submitted her paper late. Her professor made a de...
