SwaRon SS: Summer School - Page 4

I am very highly pleased with this chapter, people and I am not even kidding anymore. It has gone in a completely different direction than what I'd basically thought but it has this nearly-D3 feel to it. It's got classrooms, schmucks and canteen. Also, I am quite pleased with the feedback you've left, very flattered. 😳 Thanks a bunch, all of you! 🤗

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Chapter Two

Swayum did not know what would have become of him had it not been for Vicky. Vicky flunked his English too, which would have made Swayum abysmal had he not failed too. Swayum did not rejoice about others' failing under normal circumstances. But he would not be caught dead claiming that Vicky saved his life again.

Swayum delivered a half-done joke to Vicky and a couple of other boys. Swayum felt disappointed in his joking skills but it seemed like he had warmed the cockles of his friends' hearts. They were laughing like someone just set fire on an insufferable nerd's pants. Not a soul including Swayum knew why nothing he did ever had repercussions.

He had gone around breaking hearts of porcelain dolls. He secretly felt bad for them but their feelings were essentially not his to control. He had gone around bunking classes of his own accord. He secretly felt bad about that as well but not so much when he passed all tests with flying colours. Some he even topped but one he failed at. Therefore, he dusted away the aforementioned thoughts and stepped inside the class clutching the doorknob.

Some things, as Swayum believed could not be explained. One such thing was the presence of Sharon Raiprakash in summer school for English. She was sitting in the middle row, erect as a glass rod. He wondered what happened to her clumsy posture from grade nine and ten. As Swayum managed to think all this through in the split second in which he made an eye contact with her, he finally decided to let the mysteries be and acquire a bench for him and Vicky.

Miss Paul's ethnicity was South Indian, by the way. All the qualifications she claimed to have in English Language were nullified by her ingenious accent. Swayum meant no offence against South Indians and their accents but his ego would get instant boosts-up every time someone (anyone) was under a worse English-related condition than him.

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Sharon slapped her left cheek once and right cheek twice in her head. That could not be happening. She wasn't anticipating that pleasant half a second of insight of Swayum Shikhawat's eyes. He had the command over English that should have stunted his promotion to grade five, let alone class twelve. But what was that stinking and unreasonably lucky boy doing there?

Sharon adjusted her eyeballs intelligently so she could side-stare at Swayum like old times. She also watched Miss Paul scar her and English for life like old times. Whatever happened to 'excellent faculty', Sharon did not reckon. If she weren't doomed before stepping into this class, she was now.

"Hey, got an extra pen?" Vicky from eleventh B asked her in a whisper.

"Oh, um, yeah - there you go!" Sharon passed a pen to Vicky.

For Vicky, Sharon felt affinity. She did for most of Swayum's friends. They were harmless schmucks. Sharon valued intelligence but she adored select few schmucks for a change. It was not her fault that most of them happened to be Swayum Shikhawat's extra special friends.

"Hey, Vicky - how was your weekend?" Sharon hissed at him for undetectable reasons.

"Great, I got that new game downloaded for my PS3. Mum gave me a really hard time about this summer school business though. And I cannot play Basketball for a while. But mostly, great," Vicky answered joyously and Sharon did not know how.

"None of us can play basketball unless we pass our English. But we shall pass this time." Swayum stuttered but enthusiastically popped in, looking with his wide and sparkling eyes at Sharon.

That was the thing about Swayum Shikhawat. All you had to do was strike a conversation with as much as one-quarters of a soul around him and he would instantly start talking to you. It could be any topic under the sun, Swayum would always be unbiased in interrupting the conversation. Albeit it was Sharon's timeless tactic to get him to talk to her and get her ego some solace. He won't speak to her any other way, you see.

"Oh, good luck, boys. I will be topping this one." Sharon announced, looking at the fan above, bathing in pride.

"Sure you will. But how did you get here?" Swayum curiously asked her.

"That's a good question, you know?" Vicky supported, munching the top of Sharon's pen.

Sharon flinched slightly at the sight of her pen being exploited like that. She could also bet anything Swayum noticed that and smiled to himself. Thankfully, the bell rang the instant Sharon had begun to believe that it'd be inevitable to avoid the question. How many of Swayum's questions had she left unanswered, anyway?

Sharon and Swayum were in the same class until they opted for different subjects in plus one. They had practically only seen each other for split seconds a couple of times in a day all the previous year. That explained why Sharon could not explain how she felt after having an interaction with him.

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A girl named Kria was Sharon's best friend until grade ten. She was also a family friend of Swayum's. She studied at St. Louis as well but had passed with two hundreds on hundreds. Therefore, the reason why she'd come to school that scorching afternoon was the dance classes she attended.

"Hey, there, Shar," Kria beamed at Sharon, who was sitting at the smallest canteen table, her usual.

"Hey, Kria, how's it going?" Sharon asked, failing at omitting the bitterness.

"Really well, I guess and at your end?" Kria coloured and occupied the chair facing Sharon's.

"Oh, I am living the dream, thanks." Sharon simply declared and got back to reading her book.

What we infer from the above is that Kria was formed of a substance that is commonly called patience. She smiled at Sharon, made a mental note to tell her that her sense of humour had improved if they ever got on proper talking terms again.

It had only been a minute and two boys had joined them at Sharon's tiny table. They both were particularly interested in the hairs of the two lasses.

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Sharon's brown and thick ponytail disintegrated as Vicky took pleasure in removing her hair band and started to wrap it around his fingers. Sharon looked up at him annoyed and struggled to retrieve her hair band back. However, a few seconds later Kria's hair band took Sharon's notice where it basically froze.

"Swayum, how old are you, three?" Kria tried to reason with Swayum as he pulled at her hair from different angles.

"No, I just don't like that, eh hairs on that head." Swayum answered, enjoying it every bit as Kria did.

"That hairs, Swayum - I don't think you really want to play Basketball again." Sharon retorted but managed to smile before the jealousy became obvious. Also, the smile was slightly more tender than intended. Never mind, burly Vicky had finally pitied fragile Sharon and returned her hair band. So, Sharon fled.

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Originally posted by: Sawyer_Tom

It was amazing. Thanks for the PM. Do update soon. 😊

🤣 How's that for minuscule?

Originally posted by: Savage

If you dun edit THIS, you're going to know what MINUSCULE is at length. 😈