Childhood, why is it still uncomparable ??? [2nd Mile]

If successful in missing the eyes and more painful sticks, never have we missed the opportunity to claim ourselves as masters of disguise

Interesting as it gets when called to assemble, especially when cosmetic powder does more whitening to the canvas than our faces. The usual drill again except for the daily news, which though inspired to read the newspaper, perhaps was not so successful even today. 

Near the main gate can be seen friendly faces which were getting more nervous by every ticking second, fearful of the anticipated encounter for being late. May be it was one other reason to proclaim a holiday if the school bus fails to turn up on any given day.

Then comes the realization of what awaits us, if the cosmetics do no magic that day and the canvas winks to be seen by the strict eyes, or locally known as PT staff. As we disperse, the gravity of the situation forces me to rush-up but the mind says to play it low to avoid being caught.

Clouds of fear pass by as PT staff checks us on our trainline back to classes. If successful in missing the eyes and more painful sticks, never have we missed the opportunity to claim ourselves as masters of disguise.

Smiles are shared between the comrades. Obviously it would not happen if our closest pal is on the 'pulled-out for punishment' league.

Climbing the staircase not only increases the altitude but also the seriousness about the first period if there had been any unfinished things, homework. Worse it becomes if the subject is donned by someone who is not good at smiling, even occasionally.

could hear the footsteps...