“Wake up…its time”
As soon as he hears this,his stomach churns…he had been anticipating this for some time now.
He gets out of his bed.A pallid look on his face.His puerile mind going through all the calculations.Something…just Something,that could save him.Just a day more.
“C’mon…get ready…you don’t wanna get late on your first day of school…do you?”
The words of his mother slowly sinking in his mind.These are the words he just didn’t want to hear.He wishes he was deaf.He wants to puke.
Going to school for the first time.Nothing could be worse for a child.He feels that all the weight of the world is now on his feeble shoulders.All freedom lost.But what can he do?He has grown up…
“What happened?Why are you acting so slow?Are you ill?”
A sudden ebullience grips him.This could work.Why didn’t he think of that?His 4 year old experience has taught him that this would work.
Mustering all the acting skills in his armor,he gives a meek reply…”A bit”…
“Let me see”…She places her hand on his forehead.
He begins to pray.Heart throbbing.Never has he been more a theist than today.He wants to be ill.What irony!
But she already knows the verity.She has seen the world more than him.
“Its nothing…now go and get ready fast…the bus is going to be here soon.”
His eyes drop in resignation.No more retaliation.He knows he has lost.