The Bittersweet Thorns Of Revenge

Chapter One: Finding the Channel

After an unusually long lesson, where he taught the class for a full hour, something which Tom had not done in a long time, Tom made his way to his car. He hopped inside, the comfort of that familiar seat easing him of some worry that even he didn't know where it arose from. As he drove his car from the school, the place where he felt like he truly accomplishes something everyday, he remembered what stirred up his mind earlier.

At lunchtime, he had been at Richard Delorenzi's computing room, where Richard would ramble on about some conspiracy theory, or the most blatantly obvious Computing fact that even the least intelligent kid in Year 7 would be able to comprehend without any problems. Richard was showing Tom a video about a new NASA supercomputer when he saw a video in Richard's recommended that had entranced his mind into looking at it. The thumbnail was his face, yet with some poorly drawn tears and in some font that the channel had likely chose at random were the words "Tommy, You Gonna Cry?" Outrageous! What unkind and unlawful person would taunt him in such a way, but also break Copyright law by taking an image of him from his website! The channel name was two words long, but it took him a minute to realise what the channel name meant.

Lom Tamore was just Tom Lamore, but with the first letters of both names switched around. He was being mocked.

Tom suddenly remembered he was driving, and completely ignored the fact that he had ran over some kid's leg and that the kid was screaming in agony, all the pain clenching at his throat as he tried to prioritise breathing over screaming, yet was unsuccessful. After Tom arrived at his house. He pulled out his ancient Lenovo Thinkpad T480, which he used for all things that were not related to his teaching career, such as his songs. He also used this for any questionable things he had to search, as he had screwed up so badly when trying to Hackintosh (when you install MacOS on non Apple products) the Thinkpad that nobody was able to track anything he searched on the laptop. Tom then went on Youtube, and searched for this Lom Tamore channel. He noticed that the channel had also stolen his songs and uploaded them, Lom claiming that they were from his new album "Lom Tamore's Impressively Impressive Vocal Performances For Those Without A Voice", which was a mouthful, but he knew he had to check out "Tommy, You Gonna Cry?"

Tommy clicked on the video and was immediately blown away by the Harmonica, how it made the air prance around, create a beautiful sound. This was then followed by an incredibly catchy baseline, which was actually consistent and was on beat. This baseline was joined by vocals, which Tom believed was his specialty. The vocals weren't sharp or flat, they hit every note perfectly. Tom braced himself for what would come, as the first line came "Yo Tom". The tension rose in Tom, his intuition told him it was a Diss Track, and Tom had never known what it was like to be dissed before. Then came the start of the actual Diss Track. "Your forehead so big built like the Eiffel Tower". Two pillars of emotion rose within Tom, one was disgust at how Lom could not even do basic grammar. But the greater of the two was sadness. Tom's forehead had always been his biggest insecurity. It was just unnaturally large. He even went to a plastic surgeon to try to get it fixed, but when the surgeon saw his forehead, he retired from surgery completely.

Then, the next line came without any hesitation. "You run at children 50 kilometres an hour". He knew that the message of the line was that he was a pedophile, yet he felt some pride, knowing that Lom had likely unintentionally complimented his speed. "Got so many lines, is your forehead a book?" Tom could not believe that he had never noticed how many wrinkles were on his forehead. He was in disbelief, his forehead did in fact look like a book. "You're so dumb that you can't even cook". Tom did not understand this line, but knew that the word 'cook' was popular around the youth of the school, along with words like 'gyatt', and phrases like 'oi oi oi'. "Tom, nobody cares about displacement". Tom was in shock. Not only was he being mocked, but he was being mocked by one of his students. How else could Lom know about his teaching career? But then Tom remembered about his LinkedIn, where he probably had a few offers from prestigious schools, such as Sir John the Acoustic's School For The Beyond Autistic. "Just let the kids out your basement". Tom was at his breaking point. A tree of hatred for this Lom Tamore account was growing, and it had reached its apex.

His Eiffel Tower of a forehead had a genius idea.

Tom went to his channel, then to YouTube Studio, then to the Copyright section. Because the photos on his website were copyrighted, he would be able to file a copyright claim against Lom. But then Tom remembered that he had to claim Lom 3 times for him to disappear forever, so then the waiting game started. Not even 24 hours later, a new diss track, That Little Boy, was uploaded. Tom had no intention of listening to the diss track after the scars that the first had left him, but then he was reminded that he in fact did have a child. He realised that he had been ignoring his whiny brat of a child's voice, screaming "Dad, I'm hungry". Tom was very busy, so he threw a cup of Pot Noodles at his son, accidentally hitting the spot where his son had a forehead dent. His son got this dent after a bully punched him in the face for having a bowl cut, the bowl cut was his father's idea, and he had to endure the suffering from it. But Tom did not care, as he was busy copyright claiming the new diss track, plus, he was still angry after his son broke his £80 bottle of Dior Sauvage by throwing it on the floor, which cost a lot on his teacher salary.

Unfortunately for Tom, Lom had not uploaded anything before Tom went on his 2 week vacation in Gaza. He was filming a documentary, but was having difficulties getting people to speak to him. Apparently he didn't look like a very approachable person. He had enjoyed his stay despite all the bombs, and he was playing all his Gaza songs on repeat for the whole area to hear. One neighbour even threw a brick at Tom's window so he could hear the songs better, at least that is what Tom believed. He had even wanted to perform on stage, but the show was called off unfortunately. After returning to his humble house in England, he relaxed by watching a Newcastle game. But then Tom suddenly remembered the task he had to complete. Tom booted up his Thinkpad and the biggest grin rose on his face. Lom had uploaded 5 videos that he could take down. Espresso In Gaza, Hung Up On Migration, etc. The videos didn't matter to him anymore, he had the sweet taste of victory rising up his tongue. And so, Tom finished his last wave of copyright claims. A surge of ego and pride swept through him. He knew Lom Tamore was no more. Yet later, Tom had a thought.

What if Lom makes a new channel with a new name?