Next day, I ran like a horse who was beaten continuously at his torso, I straightly went to piazza and glared at the notice board to examine my result. I passed somehow (I was satisfied after all I did not understand anything). I met nervous Rocky, who seemed sad. I checked his results, he was at top 9.
"Good Morning", I wished as I walked the corridor.
"Good Morning Murk"
"You look sad"
He was shaking his head in pointless sadness. I mean if I would be in his shoes I would distribute sweets to everyone.
He was silent. Thinking silently about the things which was surely unexplainable to me.
"Hey Rocky, you did a good job", I said with twenty percent sadness and eighty percent happiness (you must understand that it is that feeling when your close friend scored much better than you). If I compare him and me, he was in the air flying and I was somewhere on the ground crawling.
"Your grades are terrific".
"Ya fine, I think I am lucky"
I had a pointless raged bombing in my head.
I sighed
"Never say you are successful because you are lucky", I said in a father tone, "Nobody is that lucky"
He was utterly silent and had a weird expression which was hard to justify what was he pondering.
"Y-Y-e-e-s-s, you are right", he replied with enthusiasm after fifteen minutes.
The bell rang.
Mr. Organic distributed our answer sheets with grades, mine was horrifying. My Rocky was praised by our so called "mentor". I clapped for him.
Thank God Mr. Walls did not point me advising 'Learn something from him, Shameful'
Ha the bell rang with sharp eagle ring that always do ting. I was so happy that the walking man of warning sign was gone.
"This class will also be taken by me, Miss Fernandez has an important work next room", he announced and my heart sank like a titanic.
He hijacked this class like a terrorist, I was longing for my sexy miss to explain benzene rings with sexy lips. I know she wore maroon lipstick yesterday. But this evil wizard stepped heavily on my intentions.
He seemed again happy with yesterday's stale smile. He started his extraordinary motivational speech. He seemed cheerful.
He smirked and again sang old strange songs. The back benchers were raged, the reason was that all failed in that bench.
"Hello students", he said in a sing-song manner,"Many of you failed -chu-chu-chu- with single digit"
This sound 'chu-chu-chu' is produced to call pets with pity but my irritating sir produced it to tease us.
"I told you numerous times to study but you never listen or respect any old man like me. See now, you are useless. Useless", he laughed and paused, "a long time ago, I had friends who failed and now they are jobless". He generated a smacking sound and urged, "Useless you see".
A raged boy stood up and shouted, "My father does not has a doctorate degree but now many doctorate degree holder works under him".
A vexed last bencher stood up, supported and shouted confidently, "for example Einstein was a dull boy but see we are reading his formulas now"
Mr. Walls was confused about the whole situation, his eyebrows were clenched observing the plight.
A first bencher, I know her- Stacy defended, "Good grades are a sign of good intelligence. You will not get job with low grades".
Again someone offended. The debate went on, I was clapping and enjoying the scenario. Even my intelligent Rocky was not interested.
"Stop",Mr. Walls shouted as if suffering from fatigue, "I shall continue the lectures tommorow". He left and the class ended after ten minutes.
It was a break. I saw my Rose, she seemed calmed and tension free.
I walked towards her and asked, "Did you pass?"
"No you freak"
She went to the deserted corner and sat at the staircase, she hid her face with her palms and started weeping like a baby. I followed her again.
"What?",she shouted,"why are you here?"
"Why are you crying?", I asked in a pleasing tone and sat beside her at the staircase.
She hugged and pearly tears dropped from her cinnamon eyes. Her eyes always looked cinnamon in sunshine which beamed from humongous windows. I patted her back and her chocolatey hairs.
"I feel useless", she said in a halting tone.
The bell disturbed our scene. I think the bell is the main vamp in my love story.
"I think we should go to our classes"
She held my wrist tight and her shimmery cinnamon eyes ceased my steps as if her eyes spoke 'I need you please stay with me'.