“Pssssst… Harper!” whispered Harper Autumns best friend Camille Ainsley. Harper
had gone off to dream world, while knitting a scarf as a birthday gift for her
mother. The soft turquoise and grey wool on her lap, were being turned
into a magnificent scarf.
“Huh! What?”
Camille gestured to their physics teacher, Ms. Winters. She was
their least favourite teacher. She
would always drone on and on about the multiple formulae in physics, very often
making it boring for the students in her class.
“Miss Autumns, what do you think you are doing?” she cried in her
shrieky voice. “Knitting? Again? How many times have i told you that when
someone speaks, no one will be distracted, and everyone shall listen?
This will be confiscated, and a mail will be sent to your guardians. Now, can
you tell me the formula of power?”
A dazed Harper replied, “I'm sorry miss, but the formula of what?”
“This is what I mean. Only insolence. No one listens. You all dare
to talk back to me?”
“Miss… but!”
“No buts- only arrogance”
The rest of the period seemed to take an eternity for Harper. Ever
so often, Ms. Winters would throw a glance at Harper, making it even harder for
her to listen to the teacher.
After the class, Harper was fuming. Pacing the hallways, she was
pulling on her hair, and muttering to herself.
“Harper… Harper!” Camille yelled, trying to calm her friend down
“Listen! Defaming Ms
Winters is not going to do anything! I think that you will have to get full
marks in your exam. Show her that you can work! Okay?”
“Cam! That's a great idea! Thank you so much!” replied Harper,
encouraged now. She ran home, her brain full of ideas, with a mischievous grin
on her face.
Although harper was a smart child, she didn't work very hard. She
realised that she understood the concepts easily. She just had to work hard,
and she could do so well! She got frustrated with herself if she didn't know
the answer to o be of the practice questions, but all the hard work paid off.
She write the test, and found it fairly simple. She thought she did really
well.
On the day that Ms Winters gave out the sheets, Harper's heart was
racing. She could barely sit still on her chair. Her hands were fiddling with
her pen, and she was tapping her feet. Camille was a bit worried about her
anxious friend. If she didn't do well, then she wouldn't forgive herself.
Ms Winters briskly walked in through the door, and shrieked
“Class. Today you will be getting your papers back. I must say,
your class average is not great! I expect at least one child to get full marks!
I'm very disappointed. With that said, the topper of our class this exam, is…
Harper?!”
Ms Winters was surprised at this herself! She had Definitely not
expected this. She was as angry as a bull, for one of her least expected
students topped her class.
Harper expected an apology from her teacher, maybe even a
congratulation, but all she received, was
“You didn't get full marks- there's nothing to be proud of if you
got less than 60 out of 60.”
When she got back to her desk, Harper was as angry as a bull! Her
teacher had been very partial,as she had encouraged and congratulated Amethyst,
Primrose, and Maxwell when they did as well as her.
After class, again Harper was annoyed. She was pacing the floors,
and completely stressed, as she was trying to think about other ways that she
could prove to her teacher that she wasn't as distracted, and bad at physics as
she thought she was. Again, Camille came to the rescue.
“ Harper, how about, you send a mail to school, telling them
about how Ms Winters treats you. It isn't fair…”
“ Cam! You genius! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Harper
responded, grateful for her friend's help.
Hey! Did you all hear that Ms Winters got fired?” Cried out the
class monitor Amethyst the next week, as she saw Camille and Harper come into
class.
“Really?!” Exclaimed Harper.
“How do you know?” added Camille.
“ The principal told me! We get a new physics teacher today!”
Amethyst replied. “ Apparently someone sent in a mail about her.”
Camille and Harper caught each others eye and giggled. Amethyst
didn't realize that the ‘someone’ was them. They skipped joyfully to their
seats, and began a new day
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