Three Brood Instigators

47. Twelve Days

"Do you need a loan, but banks keep rejecting your records?" the male voice actor said, presenting a man who wrapped his financial records.

"Do you want a chance of investment in your future, but worry a lot about those mediocre interest rates?" he said again, presenting a woman who looked at an interest rate of 10%

"Then come to the Gance Bank!" he said.

"Our bank has offered this year a free-interest loan to any seeking!" he pitched.

"Really? What about the records?!" the man asked.

"There is no need for forseeable finacial records, show how much you need, and we will provide," he pitched

"Call us," he pitched, showing thee female bank tellers complying.

"Or visit us as we opened our new branch in Tavernier," another male voice actor just announced

"It is not or never, come to Gance Bank today!" the female voice actor spread the motto.

An F is what Pastuzo got on his last final exam before the holidays.

"You are gonna have to retake the test again, BOY!" Mr. Egret scolded.

Pastuzo snorted his tongue. "Fuck you, you ain't giving me orders!"

Pastuzo left. "Hey, HEY, COME BACK!" Mr.Egret scolded

"Bla, bla, bla!"

"Pastuzo!" he yelled, and Pastuzo ignored. "Disrespectful brat, what would your parents think about this if they were here?!"

Pastuzo turned around, angrily, POINTING AT THAT TEACHER SHARPLY NEAR HIS NECK. "Listen to me, vile man, I am currently living in probably the WORST ORPHANAGE IN THE COUNTRY, nonetheless tudying in the worse school in the country, whose people are nothign but cruel, mean, maniacs who endangers others, EVEN ME!" Pastuzo scolded. "AND NOW YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER?! Fuck you, Mr.Egret, you and your cheap mustache! Do whatever you want, I don't care!" Pastuzo said, as he turned away. "No one does, anyway!"

"Pastuzo, PASTUZO!" Mr.Egret called once more. "Eh, screw you, then!"

Just as Pastuzo stared back, knowing Mr.Egret gave up on him too easily, and not fall for such reverse psychology, FHADEY WAS IN FRONT OF HIM. They froze, looking at each other.

"Pastuzo," Fhadey called calmly.

Pastuzo approached him closely. "Do me a favor, fuck off with your ugly face!"

He passed over him. "I just wanna say, I am sorry for your loss," Fhadey sent his condolences.

Pastuzo forced himself to stop, and turn around, THIS TIME BEING MORE SHARP THAN BEFORE. "Listen to me, Fhadey!" Pastuzo looked at him in the eye. "You turned this school into a chaotic shithole, while me and the other poor others are being picked on at the worse ways possible because of your games, AND YOU EXPECT ME TO APOLOGIZE AND ACCEPT WHAT YOU SAID, HUH, HUH??!!" Pastuzo angered. "You are pathetic, Fhadey, evil!"

"Bullshit!" Fhadey yelled. "The school is already broken and evil in the first place, I don't want to mess with people, I want to help them, stop all this madness, something opposite you all always craved for, huh?!"

"Oh, OH?! There you go, blaming me again for all THE SHIT you caused!" Pastuzo clapped. "Nice try, Fhadey Edinbug!" Pastuzo teased. "Fuck off, Fhadey, I know you didn't mean to forgive me anyway!"

"Fuck it, then!" Fhadey gave up. "I knew it was worthless sending my condolences to your dead parents. You are always in deject, are you? LIVE WITH THAT!"