The parent teacher meeting was scheduled for tomorrow -scared of informing them -had been scolded for missing school- no way out - cooked a story....
Story writing about 200 words with a interesting title
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Sorry Pandu (as my parents lovingly call me), I won’t be able to make it to your Parent-Teacher Meeting today,” my mom said in the morning of the day it was scheduled. She saw the disappointment in my eyes and it hurt her. “Sorry… I am really sorry. I will make up for it,” she promised as she kissed me on my forehead and hurried to work.
I had informed my mother about the PTM a week in advance. She had sorted her leave from work and everything was hunky dory till this morning. And now, she wasn’t going to make it. Instead, my dad had managed to get leave at the last minute and was going to cover for mom.
“NO!” I thought to myself. This isn’t happening! I had to do something. I ran up to my brother’s bedroom. “Wake up! Wake up!” I shook him hard to wake him up. “Go away! Let me sleep,” he said sleepily. “Wake up or I’ll throw water on you,” I said.
My brother didn’t take threats well. “I would love to see you do that…” he said and sat up with an evil smile.
GOOD! I had managed to wake him up, albeit with possible unpleasant repercussions. “Mom isn’t going to make it to the PTM. Dad is coming instead” I complained to him in the hope that he could do something about the situation. He was the older one, they listened to him.
His response was completely unexpected, and it shocked me. “That’s awesome! Dad won’t ask many questions so I can come back early and go play soccer. Besides, I have been going late to school for the past few days. Mom would have made a big deal about it, but Dad’s chilled out. He won’t fuss about it,” he said happily.
I just stared at him with my mouth open. Did this guy have any emotions whatsoever? “You have a heart of stone!” I told him and ran out of his bedroom. And that’s what I believed throughout my childhood, but as we grew up, I realized it was just the opposite. He has a heart of gold. He was always the mature one, and I, the emotional one.
As my brother had guessed, we came back from the PTM quite early. My brother, delighted, went to play soccer and my dad made the most out of an unexpected holiday by watching TV. I, on the other hand, sat in my bedroom waiting for mom to get back from work so I could give her a piece of my mind.
Finally, mom arrived from work. I noticed she had come prepared. She had brought a Dairy Milk chocolate bar with her. Chocolate has the strength to evaporate 50% of my anger but there was still the other 50% left. She came up to me, put the bar in my right palm and apologized. “A ten year old girl, the same age as you, was operated on today. It was an emergency and that is the reason they called me. It went well, she is doing well. I know you are hurt but all I want you to know is, I couldn’t come to your PTM because I was saving a life.”
I was so ashamed that I couldn’t look her in the eye. “I am sorry,” was all I could say.
“That’s ok. I’ve taken Friday off to make up for today. It’s going to be just you and me, mom-daughter time,” she said. “Yay!” I exclaimed and went to give her a bear hug.
It had turned out to be a win-win situation all around, thanks to my mother.
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"The Way Out"
The parent teacher meeting was scheduled for tomorrow. After reaching school today, Raj came to know about it and felt his stomach tie into knots. He had been bunking school on and off to hang out with friends and to escape from the restrictions imposed on him by the elders in his family. He knew it was a wrong choice but he enjoyed his freedom from the restrictions which bound him. The news of the parent teacher meeting was quite alarming. It was an unavoidable situation for if he didn’t inform his parents about it, the school would call them to report. His teachers were worried and enquired frequently about him missing classes. He could easily dodge the questions shot at him with logical excuses but this was scary. He thought that if his teachers spoke to his parents about his irregularity, he would not be able to dodge the consequences. Desperately, he started racking his brain for a way out of this situation. After a lot of speculation, Raj thought of applying a logical strategy again. He walked into the Headmaster’s office confidently and told him that his parents had gone out of town to meet his grandfather who was very ill. He could convince the Headmaster and escape the situation. But he determined to not bunk classes again and be regular in all activities.