The New School (continue)

The three of them walked around the table, he met a lot of them, But wondered why Jack and Steve not mentioning the M.M members. As he met many more students, he felt that, being introduced as a teacher. At last, he got all the answers for the questions shot out of his head. Jack and Steve stopped near the opening of the round table to the centre and winked to the girl and a boy sitting two chairs after them. The girl was too small to her age, with black straight hairs and blue eyes; she was quite pretty and bore a clever look. And the boy was a bit fatty and small necked. The girl was writing something in her book and at the same time giving instructions to the boy, who was reading something. The girl give out a cry as the boy spelt something wrong and began arguing
“Carry you’re doing it again. If you don’t listen to me, It’ll be me; not professor Sandlots throwing you out of the class”
“And Ann you think you’ve got the right, don’t you?”
“Jack please this is not your problem. Why are you arguing with me? It is only I, who is teaching him something, and you are not. So keep quite about that thing” Said the girl sharply at Jack and turned her head towards Joe “By the way Joe I’m Ann Martin” “And I’m Curvin Thopson, You can call me Carry” Said the fatty boy cutting his teacher friend
“Well, there’s good news for you. We’ve managed to increase the number of our gang,” Said Steve reaching for a chair and sitting on it.
“Wow! So you are joining too Joe? That’s really great, it’ll be more fun”
“Ok then let’s put your hands together for our new friend Joe”
They put their hands together and hugged each other. Joe never thought that, he’d be getting such good friends so soon; they were going to be his four great friends he ever had; he was going to have some great and most fascinating adventures in the world with them.
Joe found it very comfortable in the new school at the very first day itself with a circle of four good friends. As he spent the whole day with them, he found so many strange things about his new school and felt a small disappointment towards his father for not bringing him here until now. Like his friends, the school also was special. There were two small swimming pools at the back of the school, providing a variety of coloured swimming suits to them and a small stadium designed to hills and valleys for skating practice.
Except all these things, what was most fascinating to him was the ‘Tree-yard’. It was a playground, not a plain one. It almost looked as a forest. This place was wild and unfrequented as the thinnest part of wood. The ground was full of moss that it looked as a mattress and from the grass and the moss gleamed the green light of many hundred glow-worms. The air was so fragrant that the birds even perched upon them. There were several springs forming a pool, with the prettiest pebbles at the bottom. Bushes were growing thickly around the ‘Tree-yard’ that gave it a look of a closed ground. There stood a number of fine fir trees, belonged to each student in the school. They can climb; swing up on the trees. All the students spent their spare time in The ' Tree-Yard'. It was like their orchard.
As the day ended up with dropping Joe in his doorstep, he found it very difficult to run up to mom and tell her everything. Joe couldn’t stop his tongue getting every inch of information to his mom. He only stopped when John came at ten and urged him to stop.
“Dad I’m a bit disappointed on you. Why you didn’t get me to that school until now? It’s wonderful.
“You know John he got four friends at the very first day itself. And guess who one among them is? Your old friend’s sun”
“What, James’s sun! So they are staying here, aren’t they? I haven’t seen him since my high school days.”
“I don’t know exactly, but think they are staying somewhere near our street.”
“Come on John I’m starving”
They sat together and ate the dinner. Joe talked too much about his school, and slept in the room itself.
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As the days dropped off, Joe got new and strange things about his school and he totally forgotten Little among all these things he got to tell his parents. He spent most of his time, talking to mom and completing his homework.
One day he was looking for his sky blue shirt he got the previous birthday, he accidently caught sight on Little who was sitting in the drawer of his cupboard. Joe felt a sudden crash.
“Oh little I’m sorry. I just have forgotten you.”
“Well it’s ok. I know you were busy with your school stuffs. It’s ok. I can understand you. Now tell me when you are going to tell me all those things about your school”
“So you are not disappointed, are you?”
“Of course not”
“Ok then prepare your story too. I’ll be here in the evening. Bye Little.”
Joe was very thrilled all the day. He awaited the evening to come fast, as he never wished after this school. The school became something more than a home to him. Moreover, all his friends become persons he never wished to miss.
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Joe helped himself with a cup of tea and a bit bread roast, stepped upstairs to his room and shut it carefully, seized Little. He told everything in a moment
“Now tell me your story. I was waiting so long to hear it and you have to tell me now itself.
“Ok Joe, but before that, promise me, you won’t tell it anybody, even to your four great friends”
“Ok, I won’t tell anybody as long as you wish not to, but don’t you think, they can help…” Said Joe looking straight in to Little’s eyes and saw the light of his eyes fading “Oh… forget it. Ok, I won’t tell anybody”
“Thanks and I…I believe you”…..My story is a lost dream. It gives me the real pain. The real pain of awareness that I can’t return to my land. My home was a world beyond this earth, but it was like this earth, filled with rivers, hills, mountains, forests, oceans, and everything. It was called ‘Terent, the invisible land’”
“Invisible land?”
“Yea our land was a thing that exists only for us, and for others it was virtual thing, but there were exceptions.”
“exceptions? What do you mean?”
“That is If I wish to show you my land, you will be able to see it. In our land, we are called the clown race. We live in our circus tents. In our race, everybody will make a model of him or her in their life and after their death, their soul will get inside that model and live as their own son or daughter. That was how we perpetuate our race. My father was a main clown in our tent his name was Pfidy Little and I had a good friend named Prit Stapper.”
Suddenly some body knocked the door; Joe without giving a chance hid Little in the drawer and closed it. He opened the door and saw his dad.
“Joe is everything ok? What were you doing? Haven’t you changed yet? Zara told you ran to your room right after your tea.”
“Dad I got a lot of things to write. That was why…”but he stopped half way as he remembered that his father was a former student of his school “It was a play dad, we planned to do at the cultural day.”Said Joe with a satisfaction that he found a good lie
“Oh dear it’s only October now. The cultural day will be in December. You’ll get enough time to prepare come on”
“Dad I’ll be there in a minute. Don’t you think, I need to change my clothes? If mom finds me like this, she will throw me to the bathtub.”Said Joe releasing his hand from his father
“Definitely son. Otherwise she’ll blame me saying ‘ oh my god my son has completely taken his father.’” Said John with a grinning smile.
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Joe got no time to complete his talk with Little. He was stocked in the visiting room, along with mom and dad’s talks, and slept in the room.
In the morning, he promised Little another night, and directed to his school, taking his new bicycle.
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