Beep beep beep..! Didn't matter. One could hear her scream from far. You suddenly feel the wind moving faster. More light. Holy crap!. A shit tonne of light. The fan is on and the shade are open. At times its just annoying the way moms are completely impersonal with the way they wake us up. And for what ? School.

I am in class 8, so showering takes long cause I would be busy saving the shower-head clan who are at war with the tap-world tribe. After heavy knocking and the fastest dressing up contest with my brother, we would hog at the breakfast table. Followed by being somehow shoved in a car which has a maximum seating of 8 with already 9 kids sitting in it. Those are lucky days when you miss the carpool, cause mom has to drives you with all the space you need. It wasn't my lucky day. And I was certainly running late, cause the driver who is definitely going through something in his life gave me a piece of his mind.

Let me brief you what happens when you're late at school. Its simple - if you're late for more than 3 days a month, you have to stay an hour extra for detention after school. Here is a problem for all the "math" teachers - how is being 5 mins late equivalent to 1 hour detention after school? How ? Why ? Well, it was my second time this month, so no reason to worry. With all the hustling happening since 6 in the morning, you just pray that nothing crazy happens before you reach your seat at school. Cause thats the place you wanna be first thing you reach school with a neat and clean uniform. Obviously, it started raining. Wet uniform with muddy shoes and you're late. I was already dreading it. I reached 10 mins late, ran to the gate with my school diary in one had and my bag in the other. Got another remark on the diary and ran up to my class. Didn't get all that wet, jumped over all the puddles and the cherry on the top - my class teacher didn't say much when I entered late. That almost never happens. Could it get better ? Yes ! She announced -

Maam D - You're certainly late, but I am hoping you did your homework.

Put my hand on the left side to pull my notebook out of my bag (knowing that I did) . Couldn't feel shit. That sudden push through dimensions you feel cause you know you're screwed now. My bag wasn't there. Wasn't there as in - it wasn't anywhere I knew. Let me ask you this - in this situation, do you tell her that you forgot your notebook, you didn't do your homework or that your bag is missing? You guessed it right -

Me - Maam, long story - my dog ate my homework.

Nah! M messing with you.

Me - Maam, I can't find my bag.

Maam D - Really ! You're late and you literally showed up to class without your bag.

Me - no! I did get my bag, I just can't find it.

That conversation lasted for a while. Honestly, I was concerned about my bag after a point. It had everything I own at school. My books, my notebooks my pouch, all my new sketch pens and my new sipper and (ugh) my tiffin. I ran down to search for it. I was running around the halls, the gate area and ran straight into my physical education teacher. If you recall that time when I was happy about the fact that I don't have detention today. Nope ! I did now for allegedly bunking class and roaming around the campus. Of course! godddammit. So far - got yelled at, muddy shoes cause of the bag search, lost bag, no wait - lost my favourite bag, got detained and now had no will to be alive anymore cause now it was almost break times. The best 30 mins at school. Where you get to eat a variety of food and play around, run to the canteen, play volleyball downstairs - trust me, best 30 mins at school.

But today, I had no tiffin. I had nothing to exchange. But when I walked in, it was heart warming to see that my friends shared food without wanting anything in exchange. Right when I thought the light at the end of a dark-dark tunnel was coming closer, I got run over, cause it was a freaking train. Manny, the bully - took most of my food. Today was just pathetic. Had to explain myself to all my teachers the whole day where I got eyes rolled at and of course being yelled at for being irresponsible. Every time I had to explain why I can't take notes or refer to a book, I was reminded that I lost my bag and that my mom will kick my ass today. Detention lasted forever. Walking down the stairs slowly, thinking about the day which went past. I got wet, got kicked around in all sorts of ways, hungry and also tired. I was sad cause I couldn't find my bag too.

Then it hit me - I must've left the bag in the car. Where else could it go. I was pissed at my bag. It was all cause of my bag. I dragged my legs while cursing my dumb bag who must been sitting somewhere nice and chilling where as I spent an entire day of crap cause of it. Stopped right in front of a lump.

A black lump. It was wet, shoe marks all over it and looked miserable. Looked way more shit than me. Where was it? Right beside the guard's seat where I sat and filled my diary for being late. I wasn't pissed anymore. My bag taught me something. I cheered up, I had finally reached the end of the tunnel, I was certain this time. As the light became stronger, I lifted my head and there she was - my mom - godddammit!