#Chapter57
The Ambaram
/"Come on, monkeys, it isn’t that hard. Just grab the ropes and climb fast. Stop complaining like little girls./" Arnold yelled over the group of boys who were glaring at their now scratched and bruised palms. The rope was old but strong. It has smoothened over years; still, it hurt their rough flesh. Well, it wasn’t entirely the fault of the rope but the cruel teacher who has been biting their ears for the past two hours to climb again and again. Some of them were on the verge of passing out, whereas others resigned by falling on the ground with throbbing calves.
Pussies
