During gym period, I was silently doing the sets of exercises when our lead teacher, Mr. Ridole approached me. The whole twelfth grade was at the school field and I was at the back of the group, so I was confused why he was coming towards me.
“Halt” he shouted loudly making the students stop whatever they were doing. With short steps, he sauntered whilst scratching his bushy beard. All attention was now directed towards me.
“Shane Nostra” he said “you missed school on Saturday”
“I had my reasons and a school leave” I said calmly
“Today morning, you weren’t at school. Where were you?”
“It’s none of your business” I snapped at him which resulted into a wave of mumbles from the students. “You are not my class teacher”
Mr. Ridole heaved in frustration while taking a step forward. He was
