Those Silly Days

Chapter 39

' This day can't go any worse , can it ? ' I groan.

"Hey !" Myria, Tanvi and Shreya greets.

"Hey!" I give them a half hearted smile.

"You alright? " Shreya asks immediately.

"Yeah ! Absolutely. " I broaden my smile and put on a facade.

"Great!! J, you have notes of last  French class ? Pass me those in few days , please. " Tanvi asks.

"No, I don't ! I have not attended French class in years ! But if you get any notes, pass me too" I chuckle.

"Sure ! But I didn't know that you were not attending the classes. I thought you liked French." Tanvi wonders out loud.

"I do. But I can't get myself out of the bed to attend the 7 am class. It's too early and my love for my bed is far more than French definately." I chuckle and wink.

Myria rolls her eyes at it while Shreya and Tanvi laugh. Priya is too busy to notice the real world.

"J..." someone calls out.

I turn around to find one of the students call me. I definately do not know her.

"Yes ?"

"Dean sir is calling you in his office right now !" She informs. I nod and bid my friends goodbye and make an exit.

As I make my way to Dean's office, I think of the reasons why would he want to meet me ? And , I come up these :
1. There is some co-curricular college activity in which he want me to participate.
2. The college fest is postponed or either he wants to discuss something about the college fest.
3. I don't know what else could he want.

I walk in to be seated by his secretary for few minutes and then I am called in. He asks me to be seated. Dean sir is nice and sweet but today something is different about his demeanour. He looks serious. His lips are pursed in this line.

"Miss Walia , how have your studies been these days ?" He asks , point blank.

"It's been good sir !" I answer. He shuffles through some files placed on the table and then pulls out a paper and slides it across the desk to me.

"It doesn't look like that ,Miss Walia! "
I look at the paper and all the hell breaks loose. I can feel Dean's eyes on me.

"With this grade , I can't let you compete for your scholarship. "He states. I look at him and then at the paper ,staring at the 30 I scored in Economics. I can't lose my chance at scholarship. I really can't.

"Sir... I... Isn't there any way I can still appear for scholarship ?"I beg. I need it badly.

His eyes pierce me before he speaks,"Miss Walia ,You have been a great student. That includes your curricular and non-curricular activities. But with that score, I don't think it's possible for you to appear for scholarship. Unless..." He stops short.

"Unless what ,sir ?"

"Unless you score 70% or more in that subject in next week's retest."

"Next week ? Retest?" It's impossible for me to score 70 marks in Economics. I'm hopeless with it.

"Yes ! It is that or you lose the chance to appear for your scholarship. " He finishes. I know it's my cue to leave so I slide the paper across the table when he says suddenly,"You have that ,Miss Walia."

I take the paper and leave with my world shaken.

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I throw the pen across the grass and close my eyes to put my frustration away. The leather binded book falls onto the grass. I sigh. This day is the worst. First, the disagreement with Yash in the car and this scholarship. Everything is fucked up. I have failed and i have lost my chance at scholarship too. Great !