53. Gloomy Day

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WARNING: THE CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME DISTURBING SCENES. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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Our school doesn't seem normal today . Its like everyone is mourning. Of course , its because that girl Nora committed suicide . Everyone is discussing about it . They are all discussing her and judging her.

Humans never stop to judge , do they ? Humans are programmed to judge people all the time . Maybe , it started when we started to live in a society . When we formed our rules of conduct and laws . Maybe it started even before people learnt to communicate .

" Hey , good morning . ", Sam .

Oh , he is unusually happy today . While everyone is sad and upset about the suicide , he is happy . Is he happy that she committed suicide ? No I don't think so . I think he doesn't care about others.

" Hello , I am talking to you . ", Sam .

Forget. ,today I am going to ignore him like he ignores people when he doesn't want to talk to them .

" Are you ignoring me ? Using my own strategy on me . Awesome ....But before you do that .Why don't you return my pen back ? ", Sam .

" What pen ? ", I asked .

" The pen you took from me in my dream . You don't remember ? Its blue pen . Its body is royal blue in colour . ", Sam .

What the hell ! He has totally lost it . Out of all days he has decided to joke around on this day .

" Do you know that someone committed suicide in our school? ", I asked him just to be sure .

" Really...I didn't know but what does it have to do with me . ", Sam .

" What do you mean ? I mean how can you be so insensitive . ", I spat .

" I didn't know that girl . I only notice those people who can be useful for my writing . ", Sam with a shrug .

What the ...What the hell is wrong with him ?

" Besides , do you think you all these people who look sad , actually care about her . They are trying to be sad in order to look good . ", Sam .

" I am not sad because I am trying to look good . I am sad as a fellow human being that the girl murdered herself . She was sad enough to kill herself . ", I said .

" So now you are offended , really . Let me ask you something ....What can you do now that you are sad for her as a fellow human being ? I will answer that question on your behalf and the answer is nothing . Nothing at all . When people are alive we don't care about others . We don't care about why they are sad . We are even irritated by the person who is sad everyday . We make each other's life miserable . And when that person dies we feel bad about them . Don't you think that is hypocrisy . We are all just hippocrates trying to look good , mourning to look good ....", Sam with angry red face .

Man , what is this all about . Now he is just staring at me .

" You are right . Totally right, but does that mean we should just ignore this and move on as if nothing happened ?! No, instead we should try to be a better person .We should try to love our lives . ", I argued .

" Really ...If you think its that easy then you arr naive person . ", Sam .

There is an announcement on school microphone .

ALL THE STUDENTS ARE ORDERED TO COME TO THE SCHOOL AUDITORIUM . RIGHT NOW ....

I REPEAT ...

Sam became silent . He isn't saying anything . His jaw is still clenched though . I wonder , why he reacted that way . Nevermind , its none of my business .

" You are not going to come back to work in the workshop , are you ? ", Sam all of a sudden as we are heading towards auditorium .

Instead of saying some thing I just shook my head to express my disagreement .

" Too bad . Sales were going high because of your assistance . Now father is again working all alone . " Sam with a sigh . He turns back ...Not interested in being auditorium at all .

IN THE AUDITORIUM :

Today auditorium is full of students . Our shook auditorium is big enough for all the students of our school . Even our teachers are here . Principal is on the podium . He is going to say something .

" Dear, students . Today we have all gathered here to mourn over the death of one of our dear students Nora Dickinson . Its a tragic loss . She was in student council and a top student . She always used to smile . Whenever I saw her she always greeted me politely . We don't know why she did what she did but we do hope that ...."

Nonsense , I think Sam is kind of right . What is the point of doing all this ? Its all just a show . A show that we made to make ourselves feel better . Its making me more sad .

AFTER A WHILE :

We are going back to our classes .

" Unbelievable , I mean I just saw her on Friday . She was fine . " , Claire .

" You knew her ? ", I asked .

" Yeah , she used to sit with us when we ate together in canteen . ", Claire .

Oh , I didn't notice her . But then again I don't notice most of the people around me . I am a bad person . I know that ...Perhaps she killed herself because of people like me who never cared .

AFTER A WHILE :

" Today we are going to learn more about p - block elements . ", teacher .

I don't like Chemistry that much especially physical chemistry has lots of exceptions and things to memorise . Organic Chemistry is comparatively tolerable .

" Sir , why do we call them p- block elements . ", Amara .

Ugh , not again . By the way she has stopped avoiding me which is not good for my mental health especially today .

" I was about to teach that . Why don't you have some patience Amara dear ? " teacher .

Well, that was a good one and thankfully Amara is quiet for now .

IN THE LUNCH BREAK :

" Myra come with me . ", Serena .

" Where ? ", I asked .

" You will find out . " she said .

Ok I don't know where we are going . We are just climbing the stairs for twenty minutes now .

" Where are we going ? ", I asked Serena once again .

" We are going to convince Jeremy to join anti- bullying forum and you are going to help me convince him . " ,Serena .

" Are you crazy ? I can 't do anything. This is a bad idea . " I said .

" But Claire said that you are very good with negotiations . ", Serena .

I can't believe this what is wrong with Claire .

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