Ryuuen's POV
Shocked to my core I went back to my room
Ibuki and Ishizaki tried following me and asking wether we should give up
I grabbed Ibuki's collar and choked kicked Ishizaki's shin
While declaring for the whole class to hear
"So what are you all gonna do now? Give up huh.....Listen here you whine freaks. WE WILL NEVER GIVE UP..
GET IT INSIDE YOUR EMPTY SKULLS
CLASS B GOT THAT PLACE, BECAUSE OF CLASS D.
WE WILL DESTROY CLASS B AND THEN CLASS D.
DO I MAKE MYSELF F*CKING CLEAR MONGRELS?"
I looked at them with disgust in my eyes, giving up?
Why the fu*k are they in this school for?
"If I don't make this Class C into Class A by the end of this semester.
I WILL LEAVE THIS SCHOOL.
BUT TILL THAT, NOT ANOTHER WORD ABOUT GIVING UP."
Quietness fell. Shitheads, finally realised how serious I am. Freaks used to think it's a game.
I threw Ibuki down and walked away to my room.
Pulling out a picture from a rusted box under the bed I thought
'Old man, look at me...I will not give up.'
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FLASHBACK
It was soon after the day I was kicked out of the poverty stricken house that I realised how abnormal I was. I was sent to a foster home.
I had been begging for food from those mongrels they call foster parents and all they would offer me would be a meal per day with a whole lot of thrashings as breakfast and dinner. It was the same wretched condition with those 4 others trapped with me in this f*cktown called home.
Hah, home...what's that a house made of Demons?
Sh*t just got worse, day in and day out those rotten creatures yelled and beat the f*ck out of most. Those wimps screeched and cried.
They were almost twice my body mass, I was a lanky ass child and always f*cking starving.
These bozos often took some of my food as well every fu*king day. S*itstains ugh, I really wish I could land a few blows on them as well. But if I did, it would be a dumb move, 4 against me...No f*cking chance.
This ain't an action movie and I ain't no superhero.
While we got beat up
I just thought of one thing...
Well, nothing...
I felt s*hit ton of nothing, it was just weird bruises I had to wash off.
Those bumps and scars, some looked ugly like them others looked cool.
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Fiksi PenggemarA tale of trials and tribulations of a boy no older than 15 seeking his long lost humanity. An ordinary tale of an un-ordinary boy. Unforeseen Dangers and foreseen circumstances. The question is, will his darkness consume him...and turn hi...
