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Ahead of time


 
 "Ahead of LIFE-time?"


St. Thomas' ride was ready for one marvellous educational trip which the students were to remember worth everything, forever. They had gone shopping to get themselves impressive outfits specifically for the trip. They would plan all summer for the same and would spend hours wondering what the Science Park had in store for their amusement! and, oh! don't you miss the fact that each of them had stayed up the previous night to finally welcome the longed day's sunrise. Just the name of that place also served as a strong dose of coffee for them. They were all charged up as they buckled up for what they hadn't known- 

An adventure

Professor Smith had done a great job of maintaining his consistency in being a boring teacher. Although disliked by many, his words were still to be followed. He commanded "I want pin-drop silence" all way long even though his voice was the only sound that echoed to be any louder than "pin-drop silence".

Students counted every second until the driver abruptly applied the brakes and with a jerk all the ones who'd dozed off accidentally were transported from their dreams to the reality. Reality finally felt more interesting, you see? 
 The magnificent venue filled everyone's eyes with great pleasure and deep satisfaction.

Everyone, but one.

A rubber band powered boat, Air bubble machine, Toys from trash, Snowstorm in a jar, Optical illusions, and water candles were just a few to be named. The park had enormous amounts of exhibits...You name it, and they had it!
Every little detail about the park was thoughtfully designed and simply fascinating!
But there was one exhibit which would stand out amongst all- it was beyond fascinating!

Ahead of time, was what it was called. It looked like a daily planner until seen closely. The tomorrow column showed every individual's highlights for the following day and differed for each. And although it could be read by anyone, one could only see their own tomorrow. 

Students shared what their following days had in store for them with their class and the fascination was followed by laughter that echoed all across the room. 

"Beware while walking on the footpaths, dog poop smells really bad and shoes aren't where you wish to see it!" read one aloud. 

"Slapping kids hard could end up in detention!" yelled the other.

Mason, the class clown, and the jolliest of all were making fun of other kid's remarks as usual. They weren't soft, but nobody would mind them either. And unlike any other part of the trip, that particular one turned into total chaos.

Disappointed by the lack of discipline and annoyed by the same, approached Mr. Smith to present a tight "last warning" for the students and specifically for Mason( Although he was liked by his peers, Mr. Smith could just not stand loud kids).

The mood of the trip changed for a while, and
Mason's mood changed forever since...

Mr. Smith's spectacles covered half his faces and glared by the light emitted by Ahead of time right ahead of him. Mr. Smith went on and on explaining how wrong Mason was and how he was spreading a wrong message amongst his peers and how he was inappropriately dressed because of vibrant-colored clothes, and- basically, Mr. Smith just blurted out anything that could pass for words.

Everyone thought that it seemed unfair and unjust what had happened with Mason.
But Mason couldn't get himself to care about that...at least not after he'd seen-...

The three-days-trip was over soon. Students had gotten to discover every spectrum of science that was trapped in those fabulous exhibits. Their hours of dreaming about a place like that proved to be worth as they called it goodbye to the Science park. The trip gave all the kids good memories to keep...but only for a while...

Mr. Smith had gotten a personality transplant ever since day two of the trip.
He acted strangely and was more harsh than ever. Mason had changed too.

Mason was silenced by the reflection of Ahead of time and what the words read in Mr. Smith's round spectacles on day one and he stayed silenced by those ever since. 

Tomorrow: Don't bother, you aren't seeing it anyway! 

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  1. The detailed description and a perfect masterpiece. Well done ;)

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  2. Amazing story palavi...... keep it up👏

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