Stories and Me

‘Pearl’, I heard someone call out my name. I was sitting in my place with my head down on the table. I was trying to catch a wink of sleep before i had to go for the much dreaded Hindi class. Not that I didn’t like Hindi as a subject but it was just that the exceptional teacher and I had a misunderstanding. Well not even that! Our opinions differed pretty much along with that our interpretation of the literary and hidden meanings of different subjects were poles apart. I loved to sleep so i slowly pulled my head up to glare at the person who had dared to disturb my short siesta. It was Kai. I sighed and said, ”Girl! What the heck do you need?” She walked over to the middle of the classroom and said, “ Pearl!” She had a strange look on her face. She beckoned me to walk up to where she was standing and pointed towards the door. Yes! She beckoned to me. If it were anyone but her I am pretty sure they wouldn’t have any fingers left to point and ask me or rather order me to walk