Sunlight gently touches the face of Mariya, she cuddled in the blanket and again step into her dreams. Her alarm beeps 2nd time. She uncovers her blanket, it's 7 am on Monday morning. She jumped from the bed, she was already late for her class.
Nisha- hey Mariya, I have prepared our breakfast, come and join me.
Mariya- sorry mom, I can't, I am already late.
Nisha- Have a loaf of bread at least!
Mariya left the house with the closing sound of the door.
Mariya- May I come in sir!
Teacher- hey Mariya, please come in. How can I refuse? Please welcome Ms.Lazy.
The whole class burst into laughter. She slowly took her seat and open her book.
Riya- what are you doing?
(Mariya doesn't say a word.)
Riya- O common, it's not drawing class stop roaming around these figures and concentrate on study.
(Everyone is sitting in the playground with their lunch boxes, but Mariya is busy with her mental game. She is very tense.)
Riya- what happened to you, are you ok?
Mariya- yes, I am fine.
(Both share a smile to each other.)
Riya- Have you seen the notice board.
Mariya - Anything new?
Riya- our school is organizing a drawing competition next Sunday.
Mariya- really?
(Her eyes fill with enthusiasm, she is very happy.)
Mariya spread her arms around her mother.
Mariya- You know what, our school is organizing a drawing competition next Sunday.
Nisha - that's great.
(Mariya is in her room still busy with her pencil, with a full spark in her eyes.)
Riya shouted as she entered her room.
Mariya's eyes are red, tears are flowing in the form of blood.
Mariya broke into laughter. How is my creativity Riya?
Riya- silliest girl I have ever seen.
Mariya- If you are a patient of the heart than it's your last day.
Both starting laughing.
Nisha steps into the room, while both girls are discussing their paintings.
Riya- Come aunty join us.
Nisha- Your school has postponed the painting competition.
Both are shocked, but why? asked both.
Nisha- Mr.john your English teacher died this morning due to cardiac arrest. Here is a message from your school.
She showed her mobile, both collapsed in bed after reading the message.
Everyone is standing near the coffin of Mr.john. His 5 years old daughter, unaware of the present situation, tried to pull her father from the long sleep. Everyone is crying and some have sad faces.
Mariya is glaring to Mr.johns body. She is like a frozen body.
The next morning in the school everyone's faces is clearly showing the pain of their teacher's loss. The school has organized the last farewell to Mr.John. After paying tribute, the school was over for the day.
Nisha has very tensed it's 8pm, Mariya hasn't returned from school.
She called her friend Riya.
Nisha- Riya, is Mariya with you?
Riya- No aunty, even she hasn't come to school to pay the last tribute to the teacher.
Nisha- what? No, it's impossible.
She hangs up.
She approaches the police and shows her photo to the policeman.
Nisha- She is my daughter named Mariya, she hasn't returned from her school, she left the house at 7 in the morning.
(Nisha is crying.)
The police inspector looks at the picture and his eyebrows raised.
Inspector- come with me.
Nisha followed him.
Police instructed her to a room and signal her to step in.
She broke in tears.
A dead body of a girl is lying on stretchers.
Inspector- we got this body last Monday.
Next, to Nisha, the wall has some sprinkles of blood and something written with bold letters.
Ms.LAZY..!!
Her creativity turns into reality.
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