THE SMELL OF A SENT - Reenu .S. Thomas

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''Matzi, come on! It's time for school'' called Elita. ''Come on, come out from the toilet. It's already late.'' I commanded.

Matzi Louis is one of my best friend. She is lazy bone, especially in going to school. Her favorite activity is making senseless reason for senseless things. When she becomes sad or tensed she uses sentences with 'fly'. The sad thing is that she is suffering from a serious disease. Everyone used to tease her with this. But today there is some other problem is there, I have to find out what is wrong with her.

''Matzi open the door. The time, time is over and today we can't enter the school.'' said Elita sadly.

Elita J. is my best friend too. She is really cute, ten times fairer than me and Matzi. She is not higher than my but really spicy. I have never seen a character like hers. She also doesn't like to go to school, but brilliant in studies. Today she was very excited to school. Why?

''Why? What makes u sad.'' I asked to Elita. ''I had to see Mr........'' Elita said. ''Mr.... Who?'' I asked. ''Him- Mr. Jhon, Jhon .A. Ham'' Elita said with a shy. ''HO! I see. Did he talk to u at once'' I asked. ''NO! He is not bothering me''.

Matzi comes out of the toilet. ''Youuuu lazy ghost, u missed my meeting with John. I will kill you-'' shouted Elita. ''Stop! Stop! You could see him tomorrow also. Then what is the problem? It's not a big thing!'' asked Matzi. '' 'Not a big thing?' You do not the seriousness of it!' Elita said. ''Excuse me, you are behind him for a stupid reason'' said Matzi angrily. ''You people don't know anything that the time I wasted for meeting him. And so, today, today he gave me the opportunity to talk to him'' said Elita facing towards me. 'You are wasting your time for......'' Matzi started but I interrupted and said, ''O.K! Did he give the reply to your request?'' I asked. ''NO! Not yet'' she replied.

Time is going like snail, ''Matzi! I forgot, why you closed yourself in the toilet?'' I asked. She replied with naughtiness in her smile. ''Aa-Um-I-didn't-do my-Chem-Chemistry project.''. ''What?'' we exclaimed. ''Just a project, don't u have shame to tell this, you always do this!'' screamed Elita. ''Aah, Ha-H......'' I laughed. ''What's there for laughing. Miss Donmaclol gave me the last chance to do, if I was present today, she would have called my mother. You don't understand my feelings'' said Matzi angrily. ''It is not her mistake. You should have done the pro'' said Elita.

It had been night; we went to one of our classmate's house and completed our notes. After coming back, we had a light meal and direct to bed.

Next day->

''Matzi, do you have any plan for hiding? If there also I won't wait for you'' said Elita '' No, I finished my homework's and pro. So you no need to go alone'' said Matzi happily. We got into the school. Elita is so excited to see Mr. Jhon. She was praying to get a good reply all the way.

It's our first interval; Elita was running to Math's lab, of course to see Mr. Jhon.

Mr. Jhon. A. Ham is our Math's Professor. He joined our School last week, so our Math's papers were corrected by him. Elita was following and requesting to him to show her Math's sheet since three days. Today she may get the papers. Matzi was totally against it because she hate math.

''Here she comes'' said Matzi figuring Elita. ''What he tell? Did he show your mark?'' I asked. Her face bended sadly ''Sorry Matzi'' she said ''He told he will give it in the class''. That means, I too will get the papers. HO! MY GOD! I knew it- I knew it will always end giving me an end!!!'' Matzi said with fear.

Matzi was upset; she was very weak in Math's ''Mathsophobia'' called a voice.

Yes, Mathsophobia, scared of Math's. It is referred to Matzi; this was her disease, very serious disease. She says Math's in full is not Mathematics; it is Mental Appall of The Head Status.

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