Trilok ran towards the assembly hall at the sound of the school bell. He had been playing football and barely noticed the playground becoming vacant. The class monitor was sure to reprimand him for coming late again. He could never convince anyone that his motivation for the school came from its playground.
After reaching his class, he was surprised to see a new girl sitting on the same bench that was designated for him and his friend Tushar. Tushar had moved to the bench in the next row. Their class teacher Nalini announced, “Class 7B, this is Trisha Sen. Her father has recently been transferred here from Delhi. Please extend your co-operation in helping her settle down.”
Trilok gave her an annoyed look. Their school had seating arrangements according to their names in the alphabetical order. That’s how Trisha had replaced Tushar. He decided to ignore her.
For Trisha, this was the fourth city and third school change. She was tired of adjusting to a new environment every few years. She was an outstanding student and very soon became a favorite with the teachers. However, that became a deterrent to fostering new friendships. Her bench mate Trilok had become quite vocal about his dislike for her. For the past one month, the jovial and friendly Trisha had started withdrawing into a shell.
Trilok hated Chemistry but dreaded his Chemistry teacher even more. Madan Bagchi was capable of spewing venom beyond words. Trilok had been daydreaming about the upcoming inter-school football match during one of his classes when he heard Bagchi calling out his name. He looked at Trilok and sarcastically announced, “Mr.Genius is now going to show us how to balance the five chemical equations on board.”
Trilok had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed the questions until then. He stood up in anticipation of getting punished and humiliated. Suddenly a pair of hands pushed a notebook towards him. As he picked it up, he could feel Trisha pulling his notebook towards herself. He walked up to the board and confidently copied all the answers from her notebook.
Bagchi had been too stunned to even utter a word. He could hardly teach anything for the last few minutes and rushed out of the class as soon as the bell rang. Trilok couldn’t help smiling for finally getting an opportunity to get even with him.
Trilok looked at Trisha. She had attempted a conversation multiple times in the past but he had always snubbed her. Today he was ashamed of his actions and decided to seek forgiveness “Sorry for being rude but thank you for still being my savior. Can we be friends?” He extended his right hand towards her but Trisha burst out laughing. “You are so formal. This deserves a celebration, so give me five.” Seeing her raise both the hands for high-five, Trilok gleefully extended his hands to celebrate the new friendship that bloomed in the unlikeliest of classes.
This is the fifth post of Bar-A-Thon Blogging Challenge (2nd to 15th July 2018) by Blog-A-Rhythm. The prompt for the day is Give me five! while the theme for this challenge for all the days is run/chase/dash/marathon/sprint. I have chosen to combine both the prompt and theme to come up with this piece of flash fiction.