Oh God, I hate this world and everything init!

Prologue

"Jeshua Erlangga, 15 years old from Indonesia, well welcome to the afterlife I guess."

Someone suddenly spoke to me.

I opened my eyes and looked around me, I was in a room that looked like space.

I then looked in front of me and saw a rather fat person lying on a chair, eating oreos, he was the one that told me had died.

He had a mediocre face, not handsome, but not that ugly.

Wait never mind my eyesight is still blurry, this guy is what you usually call an ugly bastard.

He had black hair, black eyes, glasses and pimples all over his face.

He didn't wear a shirt or even pants, just a white underwear and some white socks.

He seemed to be trying to pose menacingly, but with 2 ginormous man-boobs on his chest and a tummy 3x bigger than a pregnant woman, it just didn't work.

That guy was eating his oreos with a bored face and looked at me as I was trying to figure it out what had happened to me.

I was a high school student studying at a something-something high school and was starting the mid semester test.

30-11-20-Monday

Because the first test was civics, I had to get up early at 5 and study or at least that was what I told my parents.

I actually woke up at 3 and started watching some anime, then started studying at 6 when my parents woke up.

I was getting a little heavy so I decided to have a little diet and skipped breakfast.

I then went to school and chatted with my friends to wait until we were allowed to enter the classroom.

Before the test started, the supervising teacher told us that a student called Kho? from my school had died on Friday night, and that if anyone wanted to donate to his family, they could put money inside the brown clasp paper that was about to be passed on from students to students.

Now, first of all, I didn't know anyone called Kho, he wasn't my friend.

Secondly, I am quite poor at the moment and would prefer to keep my money for myself.

Lastly, what kind of stupid name is Kho.

To sum it all up, I had no intention to share my money to this guy's family.

But when I looked at my fellow classmates, all of them donated, now I knew that some of these 'donaters' are fake, lowlifes, if you didn't want to donate then don't donate in the first place. Hypocrites, I hated guys like these. it looked like I had no choice, I must show them what a real man looked like.

I turned my right hand to an empty fist

Put it inside of the brown clasp envelope

Touched my chest with my other hand

And made a sympathetic look on my face.

Then I passed it on to the next guy.

After that we started our mid semester test.

The test was incredibly hard, maybe it was because I didn't study at all or maybe it was because I didn't pay attention to class, but it was probably the teacher's fault for not explaining to the lesson well enough, after all I didn't remember anything.

So, I cheated.

The second test was history, I actually quite like history, it's just like a story filled with twists and turns, consisting of war, peace, colonialism, social inequality, politics and of course culture.