He asked again, “who is the fifth one, come...come...don’t try to fool me!”
But, no one moved.
The teacher did not give up. He asked the monitor to read out loudly the name on each copybook. “When the monitor calls your name, come forward and join with those who are at the corner of the class,” he said to the class.
When the monitor called out the spectacled one’s name, there were remaining only four more students on the benches and I was one.
When the monitor read the next name, I decided to surrender as there were no means of escape remaining.
“Tom! You!” that was actually a scream from the monitor.
Everybody in the class shared the broken pieces of the monitor’s scream.
The English teacher wondered, “I never guessed it would have ended like this”
He picked up the stick and asked me to extend my palm, I obeyed. Usually, the punishment for these sorts of ‘crimes’ was one beating. I got two.
Not for not submitting the copybook and not for the teacher had some grudge for me, but for not becoming truthful.
Did you guess the suspense?