He saw his blank paper.The dare on the paper was to Write an essay that is humorous enough to make Ms. Clinton laugh and also slip it on her table before the class starts.
Damn Dev.
Though he himself was involved in making up this dare, since he had lost the bet, he had to go through on his word. I didn’t think that I will lose a bet on whether there will be a surprise test on that day or not. Damn Dev.
Well anyway, so what should I write. He remembered Ms. Clinton’s circular face. A short round nose, big dark black eyes and rectangular spectacles frame. Her chin was almost disappearing due to the fat on her neck.
Her face didn’t look old but if you included the uncombed grey hair, it looked like a birds nest that was intentionally placed upside-down on her head, and painted silver grey without any passion.
He remembered once he had just gone up to her to check if there were any eggs or birds on the hair. Ms. Clinton asked what he was doing to which he had replied, “Looking at the birds nest…emmm I need to go to the toilet.” She had stared at him at least for a minute or what seemed like a minute like she was going to eat him. “Go”, she said at last.
Should I write something like There is something -under your chair? And then leave a jack-in-the box below her chair. What if I write What did you eat today? And stick a small speaker under her table that makes farting noises for atleast a minute. That will probably annoy her and make her give the “I-will-kill-you” all stare to the class. So not that either.
Maybe I should print it instead of writing it, then she won’t be able to know who left it on the table by checking the handwriting, and there was nothing on the bet that I will have to write my name or hand it over to her personally.
But what if.
Oh yes. I can write that. He switched on his laptop, typed a single line on a word file and printed it.
The next day he kept the paper on her table just a minute before she entered such that no students were able to see what he had left. When the teacher sat on her chair and read it, she laughed and looked towards Dev. She then swung her neck side-by-side as if denying a fact related to Dev.
Dev on the other hand was terrified as to why was she looking at her. She did that many a times during the class. Once when she was taking the rounds in the class, she even put a hand on Dev shoulders, which made him shudder in fear. She told Dev, “It will be okay.”
After the class ended Dev got up and came to him. What did you write? Why the hell was she eyeing me!
“Well I just told her a little fact about you.”
“What was it!”
“That, You are the best and most innocent student in the class. Twice before when and Clinton punished you, you were so scared that you peed your pants.”
“What the hell dude. That’s bull shit.”
“I know. You asked me to write something humorous. Imagining the scene makes me laugh. And so I suppose it did the same trick on Ms. Clinton. And so, I did my job.
“Yeah okay, asshole.“
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