99.The Day Paper Took Flight

'Heheh.. This is not that bad.'
Farid said to calm himself. standing at the corner
of the room, looking at nothing but wall.
Standing as a punishment for what he did.
Smiling,
Thinking how it sits in there
'Its not my fault actually, how was I to know the paper would make a right turn there I'm no aeronautical engineer and its not a plane!, its just a piece of small parchment of paper u fold and sling using a rubber band strap in between your forefingers and your thumb.' Farid smiles again
Not my fault, nuh-uh' He felt bad no doubt about it, but he kept on saying to himself that its not his fault over and over again.

'Now my aim was accurate. The first one did hit pocket.. what went wrong with the second one?' He remembers the whole thing in slow motion, moment by moment.
the 'lift-off', the flight, the 'easy-right', the hit.
thinking how it dropped in there.
Laughing the soundless laughter 'hik hik hik'
'Pang!!' a marker pen hit the window sill
'U shut up over there!!' Ms neela shouts.
'I'm not done with u yet!'
Farid hurt his face trying to stop smiling.
'Heheh, but it was nice. The moment the paper took flight,
Thrust to the air by the rubber band, went straight to pocket's bald
head, the launch was great, felt the power in me hand,
but as the paper took flight it took a curve away from
pocket's head... heheh, the curve was beautiful!!
nice curve indeed, Now.. how was I to know that Ms Neela is
standing there? and the missile hit it right on the
nice and soft target. The left one yes it was..
the hit was hard and strong, till u can hear the sound 'pik!!'
Hahaha, the missile even bounced!! and then landed inside the opening in between.'
then farid smiles...
thinking how it stuck in there.
Ms Neela kept on with her class regardless of 'the hit'
'huh!! how uncomfortable this feeling is, Whatever it is,
its poking my skin inside. Farid!!, u will get it this time,
u mischievous little brat. I'll make u pay. a good thing
no one realizes it. the hit even makes a sound, doesnt hurt
that much but does the skin turned red?' MsNeela steals a look,
pretending she's looking down to the staepler on the desk.
'Thank god its not red..' with a quick turn she stare at farid,
standing facing the wall. Hate, anger, stressed her from within
thinking how it sits in there.
'So how does it went?' Pocket asked half yawning from the boreness
of waiting for Farid outside of the class.
'well the usual nagging, got a slap to the cheek in the end though'
Farids smiles look weird with the half red face.
'haa!! i tot physical abuse is not allowed ere? u must have
said something terrible that triggered the hand'
'well the usual, i'm sorry. wont do it again...
regret the mistake i did,can i take it out for u?.. hahahahah'
both laughed.. heheheh
i myself smiled, thinking how do u take it out from there?A little piece of memory pocket have,
comes to me after seeing that Cloud9
Commercial where this boy was sending
a luv letter in a paper jet but hit the teacher instead.