Veer Kamdar Author
Three, 60 Degrees Antonio was having dinner with his two best friends on a round table, at a place where lightings and balloons were the decorations and it was just the three of them. Antonia’s phone tooted a notification. Antonio glared at the disturbance, it was a message from an unknown number. He accessed his phone and read. The content proved to be surprising for him. He spoke something, monotonously, with no expressions to one of his best friends, while the other was already in tears of guilt and shock. Then Antonio spoke nothing further and left. His walking away, had already apprised the unaware best friend about the happening. The extrovert woke from his nightmare, Antonio had his eyes wide open. He rose from the comforting position, resting one hand on the bed and the other attempting to wipe away the sap on his face. He moved away from the bed, way differently from how the dream had moved him. The direction of dream, led him to just not consider it as a random imagination. He wasn’t able to get over it. Two days later, Antonio Marcus Lutz walked towards his classroom, aiming for the door with the label “Class 9-C” on it,
with a logo of the best school in Vatican City, “Austin International School”, nonchalantly on the outside. He stepped in the classroom, approached the 25th and last bench of the class and placed his bag on it. Alike the last two days he had not been very friendly, expressive and talkative to anyone in the class, rather he had been rude to some of his classmates and occupied in his thoughts, unlike the other days. Its not that no one noticed this and let Antonio be the way he carried himself to be, instead everyone in the class was onto making a matter of concern, which might not be wrong. His classmates were worried for him, as he was kind of, the leader of the batch. This was surprising for others, not for Antonio, that his two best friends weren’t over reactive about it, instead they often tried to run away from the situation. It was recess time, Antonio’s favourite. He walked across all the conversations, laughs, giggles and ideas popping in the classroom, towards Stacey, who was standing in the corner, displaying a science module. His heart wasn’t thumping hard, he was clear with what he was doing, he was nor confident neither concerned much MARCH 2021 - 034
