"Here when the tangents coincide, both variables form a....."
The voice of Miss Viktor echoed in the classrooms, accompanied by a squeaking of the old ceiling fans, furious scratching of chalk against the black-board (green, to be truthful.) and frequent murmurs and giggles from the surprisingly energetic students. I forced my lids to remain open and I tried (seriously, I tried.) to focus on the untidy scrawls taking forms of weird symbols, letters and numbers. I nodded attentively as the teacher's gaze met mine, proving my dedication towards this unknown maths lecture. Gemma, sitting beside me was busy muttering and solving(she actually did solve some of them, unlike me.) the equations. Eric Matthews was busy showing-off his talent to sketch down every possible object in the universe (in this case, Miss Viktor's butt.), I turned around as an excuse to pick up my pen and saw Pansy reading a novel hidden under her desk, frequently wiping off the tears. Behind her, Uwais and Aaron were busy spitting off the unlimited amount of chewing gums they had, aiming at different places (suddenly, one of it landed on Pansy's book, making her jump in disgust.)
My eyes's met Sasha's, one of my best friends, she squinted (an obvious sign of boredom, that girl gets bored so easily. It's a unique talent she possesses.) Under her desk I saw her purple and pink Chumbak tiffin, from which Kiran stuffed the sandwiches in her mouth. Sharon was busy doodling, while Maple was staring at something not present in this dimension.
I looked into my book, wondering if the clock's hands will ever decide to proceed, or they'll just rest there, torturing us. Eric was done with the sketch. I could see Sam shaking uncontrollably everytime he looked at the sketch of the teacher's butt, especially when Eric angled his rough book to compare the real butt and charcoal butt. Suddenly, a shrilly loud voice tore the silent atmosphere. Our represenative was scolding her ass off at someone from the "Water" section. It was funny, our school decided to name the section over the elements of our earth instead of just naming them over alphabets. Ours was "Oxygen". My eyes readjusted back to the scene. Miss Viktor was trying to get our attention back to the class (failing very badly.) as all of us were looking through the window past the corridor. Miss Mary (our Rep) dragged four boys out of the class, all of them walking like timid little lambs, looking at the floor. I recognised the first boy, very fair, bespectacled and tall, as Arthur McCollins. The other one, tall and chubby, olive skined, was Nicholas (we called him Nix.) Crucher. I didn't know the third one (Mike or Matt). As my eyes fell on the fourth boy, my lips curled into an unexplained smile. I could feel my face getting hotter.
Simon Christopher was a skinny, mop-haired guy, not very tall (short compared to others. But still much taller than me.) He had lazy eyes, goofy smile and long nose. His shirt was untucked and one of this thin hands were ruffling his dark hair. Miss Mary had a whoopy cushion in her hands. (we all could guess what they did.) She dragged all four of them to our class, which was the closest. I wanted to dig a hole and jump in it. Why is so infamous?)
"NOW ALL OF YOU WILL DO FIFTEEN SITUPS AND CONFESS WHAT YOU DID IN EVERY CLASS! EVERY SECTION!"
The boys stared at each other with an Oh-shit-what -the-heck-I-cannot-stop-laughing look. Controlling their grin, then touched their ears and started doing situps. Everyone was laughing, even Miss Mary. Simon was looking at Sasha, his sister-best friend, who couldn't stop snickering. His eyes met mine and his smile vanished. He looked down, all red.(He was? Maybe I was hallucinating.) He looked up again, suddenly very embarassed and mad. When they were through with the situps, each one of them said the same sentence one by one.
"We kept the whoopy cushion on the teacher's chair, which made a fart sound when the teacher sat on it." The class roared with laughter, except one person. Simon.
The day passed away with a vague ease. The bell of dispersal rang in the corridors as children filed out of their classrooms, relieved, free of all the burden, like thousand butterflies swarming around in the field on a sunny day. Sasha packed her backpack and kissed me on my cheeks.
