Another Maths Class

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   She sat there, scribbling in her notebook. Jotting down everything the teacher said. She fiddled with her pony tail and moved a fringe that fell on her face. The tiny strands of her hair seemed to be dancing to the rhythm of the wind blowing from an open window. How beautiful was she? I thought I'd waste another block period of maths thinking about her, but then decided against it. I placed my head over my crossed arms, not caring about her; about anything that was going on in class, believing that ignorance was bliss. But I'd forgotten to account for the fact that it hardly ever was...
 
   'So, dear sleepy child,' said the teacher, her comment aimed obviously towards me. 'Would you be willing to tell me what the division algorithm is?' I'd heard that before, but I couldn't come to terms with my head so as to recall what it meant. 'No idea,' I said, realizing soon that it wasn't quite the time to be frank. 'Oh,' she retorted. 'This brilliant child here does not know about the division algorithm! Tell me kid, did you ever pass the 5th grade?' I didn't like the way her tone dripped with sarcasm. A lot of my classmates did though - some of them laughed. I wanted to answer back, but then I realized it was rhetoric. I surrendered. 'I'm really sorry ma'am. I wasn't paying attention... I have a headache.' I hoped she'd believe me. 'Okay, okay, you sit down,' she replied instantly. 'Make sure that doesn't happen again.' I sat down, nodding.

   I looked at my watch again. God, all of that and so much more had happened in only fifteen minutes! Was my watch even working? I remember I'd read about how Einstein once said, that the closer you get to light speed, the slower things move around you. If that were true, and I can only assume it was, I was travelling about a few kilometers slower than light speed. Maths was getting unbearable. I told the teacher that my head was about to burst, and excused myself so I could go to the medical room. And if you've ever been an over-pressurized, over-burdened student of a middle class family, or have known one, you'll know what they do when they excuse themselves to go outside.

   I walked down to the fields, the gentle drizzling of rain elating me. I sat down on the foyer stairs, thinking about what to do. Was I gonna go back to class after a while, back into that numerical hell? God, no. Going back to class was way out of the equation. I climbed up the stairs, onto the first floor of the foyer...
   
   What the brightest of minds that the school had produced didn't know, was that there were shafts attached to the foyer. And what the teachers with the highest IQs had never really cared about, was that those very shafts were used by the students to indulge in a rather unacceptable form of recreation - smoking.

   The shafts weren't my most frequented place - I'd hardly go there once or twice a month. Smoking wasn't a habit... it was more of an occasional energy drink. I got my pack from under the Control Room on the roof of the auditorium. Nobody cared enough to search for things under it, or maybe the cleaners were just lazy. I'd always wondered if I was right in assuming that the cleaners took cigarettes, but the number of cigarettes had noticeably decreased since the last time I'd seen it. I lit one up. The shaft was soon filled with smoke, and instead of feeling suffocated, I felt liberated - like I wanted to lose myself in the shafts; to disappear like the smoke; to vanish into thin air.

   I tried to make sense out of the smoke that rose from the cigarette, but all in vain. There was no definite shape, no specified direction - it just went wherever it felt like. Another reason why I liked cigarettes: it reminded me of freedom time and time again. It's as if the smoke was freed from the cigarette after it was burnt. I don't know how much time I spent pondering, but I do know this - sometime between being fascinated by smoke and relating it to liberty, I started thinking about her...

   I don't know when it happened... It just did. All I remember is looking at her... and staring, with my eyes wide open. I longed to see her everyday at school since then. She looked like a goddess, an offspring of Aphrodite. Her eyes, underlined with Kohl, were too expressive; too alluring for me to not look at whenever she was in my vicinity. Her hair was carefully tied into a pony most of the time, and I'd always wanted to smell them, but God hadn't been fair enough to give me a chance. I'd go crazy whenever she opened them, too. And her smile. God, she had the most infectious smile anyone could possiby have. When she laughed, she beamed. She glowed. And I wished I could have that look for myself. To look at her whenever I had the desire. To laugh when I felt like crying....

   I was sure that wasn't going to happen, though.

   On her birthday, I'd chosen to give her a gift anonymously. I slipped in a CD of Taylor Swift's Fearless into her bag just before school ended and hoped, silently, that'd she like it. The next day she came and told all of her friends that she loved it. I got the news from one of our mutual friends. I hadn't smiled like that in months, years maybe. I had never felt so genuinely happy.

   After a few weeks, this close friend of mine, who also happened to be one of hers, told me something I prayed wasn't true: She liked someone else. 'How much?' was all I'd managed to speak, fighting all the emotion that was stuck in my throat; holding back all the tears that were now struggling to run down my face.

   He shook his head.

   And then I was sitting in a shaft, smoking a cigarette with slow, long drags, and wondering, just what the fuck had happened to me?

   In introspect, I'd never thought of myself as a guy who'd obsess over some girl, and be enough of a wimp to not even tell her about it. In retrospect, how I could feel for someone so much, was something that I was yet to discover. I almost cried when I got to know that she liked someone else. Ha! Felt so incredibly stupid then. Not to mention ridiculous. It felt insane, yet somehow innocent. I realized that it was just another one of those phases that I had to go through in life; another change of trains before I reached my destination. Of course I'd take my  own sweet time to move on. My face had a childlike smile pasted on it, and I knew... she was just another one of them. Just another star shining in the sky. Not the sun.

   I stubbed out the cigarette, and the bell rang, marking the end of another period. I realized I hadn't heard the bell ring for the beginning of the second Maths period. Gosh, I must've been thinking real hard. I really was: I'd finally decided that she just wasn't worth all the time I had wasted on her; that it was time to move on.

   And come to think of it, all of that happened in just another maths class.

                                                         -x-x-x-

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction.

Comments (9)

You know what I feel about this one..But still;

"The tiny strands of her hair seemed to be dancing to the rhythm of the wind blowing from an open window"

"If that were true, and I can only assume it was, I was travelling about a few kilometers slower than light speed"

"What the brightest of minds that the school had produced didn't know, was that there were shafts attached to the foyer. And what the teachers with the highest IQs had never really cared about, was that those very shafts were used by the students to indulge in a rather unacceptable form of recreation - smoking."


"There was no definite shape, no specified direction - it just went wherever it felt like. Another reason why I liked cigarettes: it reminded me of freedom time and time again"

"And come to think of it, all of that happened in just another maths class."

These, are gonna remain my favorite lines for a long long time. Unless ofcourse, I come up with something better.
:P

Hey bitch,
you got a gift.
And I couldn't be more proud.
:)
Take care :)

Thank you so much bitch!
And yes, I SOO LIKE the gift you gave me..
Lets hope it stays for a while :)
And i made you proud? Holy crap I've never made anybody proud! *blushes*
Anyway, take care bitch! :D

-FranticalMe

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I've never believd disclaimers when they say "Pure fiction". Trust me, they never are :)
There are a zillion posts on my blog under that label, not a sinlge one of them is actually fiction. Somewhere,some how, I've felt it in some way.

This piece was beautiful. Speacially the part describing the guy smoking and in retrospect.
The last line was bomb.
It's a beautifully painted reality.. The whole story.

You remind me so much of someone..

You've seriously got a gift, dipshit. And I need you to fucking never lose it.

Much love and eye rolls
-Your Retared Sister.

Knowing you so well, this piece is incredible. The descriptions are very well written. But there is always a room for improvement.

You are awesome.
Keep it up.

Avec SI, on mettrait Paris dans une bouteille.
:P

Ti voglio bene.
Aakanksha.

@Nil:
Sorry for the late reply I just couldn't think of anything to say to what you said. I mean... I'm so not used to being praised that I can't even reply to people praising me. Thanks a freaking ton for that :)

And really, Nil, trust me - IT IS FICTION. I am never gonna move over the chick that I like. Its more like... I dunno. Can't explain. Moreover It's not about me. I can never be the guy in the story. :D

@Aakanksha:
Aah. The room for improvement. Wish I could go there sometime, it'd be fun :)
And yes, with an if, one CAN put France in a bottle, but that 'one' has got to have a heck lotta talent. :)
Thanks for reading! :D

You're soon to give 'the catcher in the rye' some REAL competition Cindy! This was AMAZING! The way you've described HER connects with things so fast. I think I'm getting a newer meaning to that 6th theory. :) GREAT JOB!

@Harsheeney!:
Thanks!
And you know what it's with me giving others competition :)
And eh, it's not the HER. She isn't so... animated(?) [Still cute nonetheless :P]
And The Sixth Theory. Man. Gotta write that down :D