George and Hannah were best friends and had been since kindergarten.Hannah was always friendly to George despite his Janegirl tendencies. Shelooked ou... for George whenever he got into trouble or fights with girls.Little did George know but Hannah had started to develop a crush on him,although she would never tell him that."Hey," George said as he sat down at the table opposite Hannah. Hannahlooked up from her plate. "Hey," she replied. Hannah was wearing a red"the Flash" t-shirt and denim. " "Can do," he said and ran off. Life sure takes some weird turns.McGinty had scored some good tickets, one row back from the center ring. It was like being a kid again watching the aerialists, animal trainers, acrobats, jugglers, and then it was time for the clowns. They rode in a little car, with others running alongside, into the center ring. As they cavorted and played tricks on each other, one of them looked right at me and waved. It was Larry, white face, greasepaint smile, red nose,. With a frog in his throat, Bob asked, "We're going to the country club with you dressed like that?"As the girls lifted back up from their small bows, the lapels of their jackets closed enough to allow only the inner swells of each breast to be seen. "You guys wanted skin. Now you got skin," said Sandy."Didn't 'subtle' appear somewhere in that conversation?" asked Stan."If you guys think these get-ups are risqué, wait until you see some of the other items we've bought," Jan retorted.Bob. It passed normally. All the boys passed their respective classes and again met in the Hostel for new academic year. Few new admissions were there and few students, who completed their studies didn’t seek re-admission to the Hostel.I was in 9th standard. A new teacher was recruited in my school in the month of August that year. His name was Mr Patel, member of a migrated Indian family living in Nandel. He must have noted my sharpness while teaching, and must have felt to admit me to his cult.