The school bell reverberated across the corridors of school. Bouts of cheer erupted as children dashed out of their classes. It was the last day of school term. A month-long Summer holiday awaited and excited children. Post Summer, the children would return to the new grades with renewed zeal.
Ms Burney stood near the class door waving the children good bye and wishing them luck for their middle school. Within minutes the class wore a deserted look. As she turned, she was surprised to see a child still inside the class. Resting her elbows on the desk, there she sat on the bench covering her face. Ms Burney knew for sure that it was Olivia, the class monitor.
Little surprised, Ms Burney approached her. As she neared her, she heard mild sobbing sound and noticed that the petite figure was shaking. Ms Burney stood next to Olivia who had failed to notice her.
Ms Burney checked with concern, “Are you okay, Olivia?”
There wasn’t any answer. Olivia however turned suddenly to her and hugged her at waist and started crying loudly. Olivia appeared as if a great grave grief had struck her, so felt Ms Burney. Checking Olivia’s forehead for temperature, Ms Burney gently patted on Olivia’s back.
“What’s wrong my dear? What made you cry?”
Few moments passed by as Ms Burney stroked Olivia’s back soothing her gloomy spirit. Olivia straightened up, wiping tears.
“I will miss you Ms Burney. I know you won’t be our Class Teacher next year. How can it be without you?”, said the innocent voice.
“Is that the matter? Don’t worry. You will have another loving, caring and more knowledgeable Class Teacher for next class”
“But I don’t want to leave you”, said Olivia, about to burst into fresh deluge of tears.
“You can come and pay me visit whenever you wish. I will be here as usual. And with time, you will get used to new class, new teacher. I am sure you would love her too. Besides, the middle school has exciting stuff for you”
“I don’t want to leave you”
“Okay. Then repeat the same standard”, said Ms Burney with a chuckle to lighten the air.
“That’s not fair”, grumbled the child protesting and hugging Ms Burney once again.
“There are far better things ahead than any thing we leave behind, Olivia. A new world of knowledge awaits you. I could take you only this far. Time now to fly and explore new horizons under guidance of new teacher. I would be happiest to see you soar in the sky. Wont you do that for your teacher?”, said Ms Burney, growing emotional.
The last sentence did the trick.
“I will Ms Burney. I will make you proud”, replied Olivia with a determined voice. She got at once and waved a good bye to Ms Burney with sunny face.
‘End of a story, beginning of many’, reflected Ms Burney as she started walking out of the class.
I’m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – March 2019 hosted by Write Tribe
Its Day 7 and I have used word prompt “Grief“.
You can read my Day 1’s post, “Charcoal and Limestone” here, Day 2 post “Inverted Reality” here, Day 3 post “Handful of Serenity” here, Day 4 post “A Date…With Self” here, Day 5 post “Ruthless Awakening” here, Day 6 post, “Teen Storm In Tea Cup” here