Mrs.Mytla was back again the next day in her continuing attempt to complete her assigned Chemistry syllabus.
Sivi thought that that particular day, Mrs.Mytla was being an extra bit unreasonable apart from the usual ''I will teach you entirely throughout the one hour period, no breaks'', and ........
'Oh that pretty much sums up all her unreasonable stances', Sivi had begun to deviate from the anger and resistance that had built from Mrs.Mytla's unreasonable-ity.
The aggravating stance meant that Sivi had to complete her second experiment too in her practical record and submit it in the next week, just one day before her exams began.This seemed to get the best of Sivi and she stopped listening to all the important chemistry Mrs.Mytla had been explaining, in a silent protest, in her own world which according to her should and would commence a war.
And before anyone noticed, a war had begun. In the mind of the one from whose eyes, a whole class could be seen.
This, not listening in class, was going to get back at her later, but her ever promoting thoughts had for now settled on teachers - how it must be for them everyday when they have to come face to face with 50 unrelenting children and give them their earned knowledge, and sometimes how they too mentally tense their students.
Sivi from all the argument, was concluding that the world worked in a cruel manner or rather that just the people in it did, where and by whom, the weak and unvocal and genuine and helpless and non-retaliating and docile and a list more infinite ..... were oppressed.
And she was left in disgust.
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Entwined Lives
Teen FictionEntwined in a single life from two different times, Mytla and Sivi. Soul mates. Not in the sense prevalent. Their fate was written to oblige their elders. Instead they wrote their own eventful, fulfilling life of regret and happiness.
