We Made Our Teacher Leave

      Ok lets continue the chapter where we left in the previous one.

     So when my mother saw the bruise on my arm she was shocked but as I already told you that she thought it was an outcome of me and my sister's fight, so she got over her initial shock quickly.

      After she left me to do some household work,  I saw the bruise and realise that it was the same spot where Ms S had beaten me earlier that day. I wanted to tell my mother that I got punished earlier and the bruise was because of that not the outcome of a fight, but I couldn't even bring myself to utter a single word. You know telling your parents about your punishment is like inviting trouble that you want to stay clear off. I know you must have felt like that at least once in your life.

       In my 8 year old mind telling a parental figure about your punishment is like wringing your own neck, but I really needed to share it with someone. So I left for my aunty's home to see how Rashmi was faring. Her home wasn't far just in  the nearest street which we used to take as our route to the shop. so Rashmi's house was just a few paces away from mine.

       You know what was the strangest thing Ms S's house was in the same street just before rashmi's house, She was our neighbour.

       when I reached Rashmi's home I greet everyone in the usual way and then I took Rashmi aside and told her about my bruise and how my mother had found it but thought it to be an outcome of a fight.

       Then she showed me her own bruise, her hand was bruised badly it was all black and blue. Like me she hadn't told my aunty about it. But my aunty was smart while we were talking she was eavesdropping at us and heard everything about our bruises.

      Then she asked us how we had gotten them and strictly, we told her about our punishment and who had dealt them. After hearing everything she was really angry. She asked us to stay there and she left for my home, where she told my mother everything. My mother also got angry and together they went to Ms. S's home which was in the same street. In between they had also talked to my aunt, Anu's mother. She asked Anu about his punishment and he confirmed our story.

      When my mother and aunt reached Ms. S home, she wasn't there, but her mother was. Being neighbours they know each other and upon hearing about the punishment Ms S had dealt in school, she was really sorry and she apologised to our mothers on behalf of her daughter.

       Our Mothers couldn't do anything else so they came back home. That night when my father came everyone talk about our punishment likevit was the worst thing in the world, and we thought weren't you guys in favour of punishments. believe me I wanted to ask them the exact question but somehow I held my tongue. At that time it was difficult for my 8 year old mind to understand how they can support and hate punishments at the same time. Parents are complicated to understand. I remember my father got really angry when he inspected my bruise and heard about Rashmi's from my mother. Thank god Anu didn't get any bruises. Finally the night fall and the strange day was over.

      The next day came too quickly. I won't say that the new day bring good things or bad because till this day I don't know what was it. The morning was full of haste and hectic but normal. We left for school the school day started normal but later in the day something changed. My uncle, Anu's father came to school and met with our Pricipal whom we called 'Bade sir' he talked to her about our punishment that we got the previous day. He also told him about our bruises and demanded that something was to be done regarding to this matter. Bade sir heard everything, talked to Ms. S heard her side of the story and assured my uncle that he will look into this matter. After that my uncle left, and our day was spent normally.

      Next morning something changed, you know what......

Our class teacher. Ms S was replaced by another teacher.

       Stop your running horses and don't be happy because she wasn't fired. Now she taught 2nd or may be third standard.

       In this way we made our teacher leave.

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