The Pencil's Case

Introspection

I always had access to my school files if I wanted because I am my legal guardian. But I never asked to read it. 

I played with it a bit. Let's take a look. The officers highlighted some parts. "Kang Liu is a smart kid. But, he has a lot of anger inside. It must be observed to avoid him from turning violent." I looked away for a few seconds before looking at it again. 

"Liu is very talkative, he craves to learn more"; "First warning, Liu fought with one of his schoolmates". In a year, the difference is startling. Let's spend my childhood going straight to secondary school. They seem to search for my violence, so it's where they must have found the most. It's where I found it.

"Disciplinary board's resume:

Cause: Liu is appointed because he beat another student to the point, that student has one broken rib. We must discuss his expulsion and other sentences.

Conclusion: Liu has martial skills, but he was defending himself from his aggressor. He didn't master his force, because of the terror. Liu was legitimately defending himself, but, the violence should be avoided.

Penalty: Exclusion for one week."

My hand that was holding the paper started to shake. In addition to my spontaneous hands' tremor, a tear rolled down my cheek. Finally, as she told me, she truly helped me that day. Everyone else was against me. I wiped my tear with the back of my hand. That's why I haven't been expelled from the school back then.  Before that disciplinary board, a lot of violence was recorded but not a single one ever again after.

Guess who entered again? Our favourite inspector, officer Eun. I smell food. He sat, giving me a box of food, gently ordering me to "eat".

"No thanks. As strange as it seems I don't eat food from restaurants or fast food" I explained.

"I knew it, it has been homemade" he replied amused, it let me confused. "My daughter made this meal for me. But, I can also command something."

"Who tells me you didn't put poison in it or any kind of drug?" I asked, wary.

He took the fork and ate a portion. An officer opened the door before giving him his ordered food. He thanked him while taking it before coming back to sit in front of me. "Let's eat" he simply said. Is he serious? Why does he do that?

"Don't look at me like that. Eat your plate. Let's say we make a truce."

"You're losing time", I remarked.

"Even though, you don't speak so at least I will do my best for you not to collapse." Then, he added: "You stay a teenager".

"And a suspect", I underlined.

"A suspect, not the culprit, at least for now."He highlighted at his turn. He pushed my file to the corner of the table. He put the fork in my right hand. "Eat now." I am left-handed...

"I don't remember the last time I eat a meal..."

"You said?" he asked, telling me I had probably thought it out loud.

"Thank you."

I finally ate his lunch box in front of him. We can say we ate together.