Hello Everyone,
I hope you are in good health. And I want to thank you for all your love and support. Now, with that short and sweet intro. Let's dive into the 5th and final episode of the story.
EPISODE 5
I don't exactly remember how but I managed to get inside the gates and close it. My home never looked more beautiful. I walked slowly trying hard not to look like someone who had seen a ghost. I entered the home and everyone was there. My family and other relatives. Some were worried and others were pretending to be. My dad was sitting there on the sofa, my sister was there at his side. I was expecting a violent outburst from him. But what I saw was relief in his eyes. Probably he was trapped in his own nightmares scenarios. Before I could explain my delay, I was looking at my aunt. My head turns to the right. I felt sharp stings on my left cheek. It took me a second to realize that was an involuntary head turn.
My mother was standing there with tears in her eyes. I was instructed to go and freshen up and get ready for dinner. Everybody started leaving one by one. I could hear them talk but no words were making sense. At dinner, I explained the entire story. I omitted the ghost part cause that would open another can of worms. And surprisingly they accepted that I was working on a project. It took me by surprise but both mum and dad were interested in the details of my project. I told them the entire story without missing any detail on how we got things to build the project and how the glass industry would work if it were to run by dumb kids who are short on money. I was so excited that I invited them to the competition to check out our crap project. My sister looked a little disappointed or disinterested in my narration. Probably she was hoping to witness grade-A ass whopping.
All the physical and mental stress sent my body into overdrive. I slept without a care in the world. for I was in the safest place.
I woke up fresh and recharged ready to rock at the school. At breakfast, I informed them about my presentation and soon we will enter the competition. Dad didn't promise anything, cause of work and Mom had stuff to do. But they did wish me luck. And with that Luck, I started walking to the bus stop. On the way to the bus stop, I reencountered the ghost, lying on the bush on the left side of the road. A yellow-colored bedsheet. Probably from the house on the right side. I was right “Bhoot Whoot Kuch nahi hota” (There is no such thing as a ghost. Pffft). And with new assurance and confidence, I reached school a little early. Waiting for my gang to show up. So that we can tell the world that we can also do projects and be cool.
The gang has booked a taxi for the project. For it was almost impossible to transport such a giant project in the Bus which is always over capacity, except for when you need them the most. The cab has arrived, along with my partners and project. I was pumped and excited. They got down sad and disappointed. Apparently, You are not supposed to try and cram a big project into the trunk of a taxi. While loading the project the base was broken in the middle and box number 2 came off. And when the driver closed the trunk the feeder was pressed into the first box, changing its design and structure of it. Our project just got an upgrade from an unbelievably bad one to a pile of junk. We decided to present the project anyway. Because it's too late to back down. Table 7 was reserved for our group. We had some 15 minutes left before the presentation. While others were getting ready and focusing on how to present. We were running around looking for scissors and cello tapes. My responsibility was to guard the project as if it was number 1 and others would try and take it down. If it was possible we ourselves would have taken it down. The presentation started and my team was still running around.
The Science teacher, Principal Ma’am, and a couple of other teachers were scoring the projects. The posse arrived at our table. Worst timing ever. I was standing alone while the rest of the gang was nowhere to be found. Bastards didn’t just make me as the captain of a sinking ship, they tied me up and threw me into shark-infested waters. I wasn’t prepared and I panicked.
“Sir, Ma’am, The glass and limestone go here. The furnace melts the glass, the conveyor belt cuts the glass, and the transport processing unit.” Yes, I finished my presentation in one sentence and was waiting for questions. The only question I received was “You made this?” from the principal ma’am. My soul has already left and my body was on autopilot. “Yes Sir.” And without any follow-up questions, they moved to the next model. I explained them well I guess as they were no follow-up questions. When they moved to Table 10, I saw 3guys at the door waving at me and showing thumbs up. I started searching for the 4th one, who went to return the scissors and stayed with Table 3 opposite our project the entire time.
The Project has ended. A Team would be representing the school. We got a special appreciation from the science teacher for continuing to disappoint and embarrass him. After reviewing my friendship I thanked god, that dad and mum had better things to do.
THE END.
I am inuke.
I am ending the story here actually the project wasn't this bad I exaggerated it a little bit and I hope you enjoyed the story. Still trying to get a grip on my writing. I am very happy with the current story, not how it ended but it ended. Let's see if I can come up with another one.
And special thanks to IU and BeAwesome community.
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