FOUR PILLARS

Chapter 7: Devil Town

Whatever happened yesterday was uneventful, he called it cafeteria disaster part two honestly. His mother was going crazy when she saw his uniform after he got home yesterday and demanded to know what happened. It is weird for him to have dirty shirt as he is a clean eater and he hates dirt generally so he understood his mother's outburst perfectly.

After few minutes convincing and his mother at last accepted his excuse that someone accidentally bumped into him. He hopes it was convincing enough but his mother's concern look says otherwise. He knows it's a mother's job to worry about her child but he hopes she will believe in him more.

His emotion turmoil was not good yesterday. The temptation of skipping school for today was so great he almost late for it. He knows he said it was for only two years but it is easier said than done.

'Tough up Metawin, you are better than this,' he reminds himself. Better repeat it like a mantra so he can go through this year though he feels like crying.

He probably should have cried during his way to school, so he has no more tears to cry because what the fuck. He is screaming internally, his face probably has gone as red as a tomato out of anger. The reason he is so damn mad right now must be the job of those heathens. Good God he never think they will do things like this.

His fucking chair and whole-ass desk are gone. Can someone tell him who has the time and effort to carry his desk to somewhere else? Why would they waste their energy and time to make his life miserable? Right now he wants to do three things, slapping those bitches, laughing and lastly crying. Though he really wants to laugh and applause Cherry and friends for their dedications to him, it's better for him to just stare at their laughing face. Whatever, this is probably the most effort someone has made for him.

Here is a problem about being bullied, you will have no one, absolutely no one to help you. You can tell the teacher, sure, go do that but please never expect them to take any action against the bullies. Win is not stupid, he is not a boy living in a fantasy world. He had considered this outcome so he does not bother reporting this to the teacher.

You would think that is bad enough but then you will see the students decided to be the audiences, to watch his torment without helping. Some will be amused, some empathize and some will only ignore. It's like bullying is just a movie for them to watch and observe. It's like him, the victim, is only someone to use in an article to raise awareness about bullying.

Bullshit, he knows this, and yet he still hopes someone will help him.

He inhales deeply, he is in this alone so he needs suck it up and find his desk or maybe just find a new ones. He prefer the latter as it is more time conserving. He sighed, makes his way to the back of the class where his locker is and put his things in it. He quickly exits the classroom to go to the office.

The classroom is quiet far from the office so he makes a run for it, not like he wants to rush for homeroom cause he decided to just skip it but he wants to get this over with faster.

His quick steps always be his downfall, as he bumped into another man, he mentally scolds himself and swear he will never run again in the school. "Okay, I need to go fast so I want to apologize for running into you," without looking back he runs from the man. The dumbfounded man can only laugh, afterall it's their second time collided so he just let it go.

Thankfully his run wasn't interrupted after he bumped into that person so he quickly go to the clerk's desk,"Where can I get new chair and table for my classroom," he asked.

The clerk, Mrs. Aom, the name she got from last time he was here, gives him a mixed look. Maybe concern or accusation, he does not know. "Why would you want to know that," she asked.