ITS A STAND ALONE AND A SHORT STORY
Zander was a insecure son of a billionaire with social anxiety and Separation anxiety disorder. He did not felt a single emotion in him, until Cherilyn.
Cherilyn came crashing in his life when he was five. She wa...
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"Boo..." A voice boomed near his ear in order to startle him, but he did not even flinched, nor did he got startled. He looked at the boy behind him with void eyes, deprived of any emotion, too much maturity filled in his eyes for a child of age five. This angered the boy behind him as he glowered in his eyes showing that this won't end well with him. He just looked at him and started walking to his class. His hands tightly clutched over the strapes of his bag. He was not afraid of them hurting him, he was afraid of his own self mutilate them beyond repairs.
He quietly sat in the corner of the room. Placing his bag on his desk, he looked around to find children chatting happily with each other. Sweat beads started forming on his forehead as he contemplated the amout of people he had to face while coming to the school.
The school was full of riches. No wonder his father admitted him to the school which was not only best in the country but was also the costliest. Not to mention, his father was one of the trustees. He sat on his usual desk. One month it had been since he was coming to this school and yet no friend, no attention.
He hated attention.
For a boy of age five he was quite dense. He did not showed a single emotion on his face. His eyes never sparkled like the kids of his age. He didn't remember the last time he had cried. He didn't cried when he fell from the twenty fifth stair, he didn't cried when he looked at his father shouting like an animal, he didn't cried when his father abused him, he didn't cried when his father pushed him and he fell from the stairs again, this time getting seven stitches over his forehead. The last time he cried was maybe when he knew nothing, when he was of age one or two. Since he grew up, emotions was the last thing he was able to understand.
His head hung low in order to eschew Victor amd his minions. The last thing he wanted today was getting bullied. Not on the day of death anniversary of his mother.
He saw as feets approached him and stood right beside his bench. He still didn't looked up afraid the person was Veer. And when the boy commanded him to look up, his fear turned reality.
It was Victor.
Antithesis to his name, Victor was a born coward, who thought that thwacking someone was valorous. He looked up to see the burning fire of disgust in his eyes. He wondered what had he ever done to get this treatment from a person like him. Everyone in the school, from teachers to the children to the parents was well aware of the power this boy's father behold. They knew not to impede him and still Vic shows his ascendancy over him.
Vic hated him for being so in control that he don't even show a single emotion on his face. He hated him for not getting hurt no matter how much he beated him up. He hated him to be desired by girls of all age at this small age. He was what someone can consider the most famous boy of the school, even though he was small.....
