Ever since I can remember, I had wanted to stand out, to swim against the tide, to rebel against things that my peers were content doing meekly. Today, I had finally got that opportunity, and I would not let it go without a fight.
All my friends were sitting quietly, only I had the temerity to stand up, and keep standing. Professor Masterton looked at me with barely disguised malice in his eyes, and said, “Sit down.”
But I knew I had the right to stand up, so I kept standing. Masterton too maintained his position, but the same could not be said of his composure. He raised his voice, and said tremulously, “SIT DOWN!”
But I stood firm.
Masterton was furious by now. He came dangerously close to me, and this time, without saying anything, but with a murderous look in his eyes, PHYSICALLY pushed me down. But as soon as he moved away, I again stood up. I don’t know what had come over me, it is not as if I had something to say, or prove, I just wanted to stand out by doing something different.
His face red with fury, Masterton again tried to physically push me down, this time slapping me hard on the head. But my zeal and passion were so strong, that I didn’t feel a thing, and I snapped right back up.
Professor Masterton gave me a look that would have been stronger, and more potent, than an unforgivable curse if he was a wizard. But he was not, he was just an ordinary man. And as he looked at me closely, I could see the acceptance of defeat seep in slowly into his eyes. And then, without saying a word, he turned around and stormed out.
A few minutes later, Professor Masterton entered the Cafe and looked around for Jill, his girlfriend. She was sitting in a corner, sipping listlessly at an almost empty cup of coffee. Masterton sheepishly sat in front of her. Jill looked him up and down, and then complained in a huff, “You’re late AGAIN. What’s your excuse today?”
Masterton replied apologetically, “It’s this damned strand of hair, it kept standing up again and again despite all my efforts to push it down.”