It was a trip in my school. An educational trip! So... All the students were travelling by school bus and so are me and my friends.

There are moments which go wrong between different section's students of the same standard. This was one of the moments.

Me and my best friends were sitting together on the seat in front the last seat. Usually the last seat was the longest and occupied by boys like buffaloes.

The ride was so peaceful and excited for every one of us and me and my friend Sara was vibing our favourite song. 

We sang together and were moving our shoulders together in the rhythm. The shot was still inside my eyes. That's how I captured the unfadable memory.

Kennedy was one of the guys I hate the most in my set of students for some unconditional reason. He was section C while I was section B. Unfortunately he sat behind our seat, which means he was hearing the song we were singing for the whole time! 

And the song was... with explicit lyrics and required parental advice and all.

No one cared, so we were singing it louder too. Except for I knew, Kennedy was listening to it unbearingly. "Will you girls shut up the non-sense for some peace left over for boys over here?", he unhesitatingly blurt.

My friend Sara stopped the beautiful song we were singing immediately, feeling the awkwardness. But I didn't.

When someone is getting displeased by what we do... Just keep doing.

"Bro, ask her to stop the hell!", Kennedy told the younger grade kid near him, intentionally aiming me to hear it not him.

I continued the song even after I finished singing it. He pleaded Sara to make me stop and said that else his ears will bleed. 

I was containing the temper but I lost it, "Mr. Sage, this is a fricking school trip. Students like us WILL enjoy the ride. You have no say in that."

I literally kneeled over my seat to shout the thing at him, "And if you want to not hear what I sing, just keep cotton balls inside your ears!"

Some pals around the area where I was seated, gasped and whoa-ed. Not for what I said but for what he retorted me back, "After hearing what you sang, I'd rather keep the cotton in my nose."