A rage without limits

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[Kitamo💭: Today is the start of the new school year, for me it will be the last one and for Toadenette it will be the second to last one. She is in 11th grade and I am in 12th grade, but I hope we keep seeing each other…]

Hana: Little brother, today will be my first day of school!

Kitamo: I know, mine too. Do you have all your things?

Hana: Yes, is the babysitter going to pick me up from school?

Kitamo: Yes, I won't be there this afternoon, I'll come at night.

Hana: I know… You have a lot of things to do… And I know that when you get here you will also be very busy doing homework.

(She says with a sad note)

Kitamo: I'm so sorry, but you know how I've been in all these years since mom died and dad is in a coma.

Hana: What is that?

Kitamo: Being in a coma?

Hana: Yes, what is it?

Kitamo: Come, sit down…

(Hana sits in front of Kitamo, Kitamo kneels down and looks at Hana.)

Kitamo: Being in a coma is being alive and dead at the same time. It's like… there's 50% good and 50% bad. Do you understand?

Hana: So dad can live or die at any time?

Kitamo: Yes… But don't worry, you have me, I'm your older brother.

Hana: Yes… That's good.

Kitamo: Now come, I'll take you to school.

(After Kitamo takes Hana to school, he goes to Kitioma Bloom.)

[Toadenette🎶:] Love me, don't go... But if you say, that you don't love me... I wouldn't want to hear it for real, give me warmth again...

(He collides with Kitamo.)

Toadenette: I'm sorry, Kitamo...

Kitamo: Hahaha, calm down. A-yue, right?

Toadenette: Yes, I don't know much about him but I like his songs. Do you like Asian forest songs?

Kitamo: Yes but, I don't know much about pronunciation.

Toadenette: Yes, it's a bit difficult but if you know how to at least say or sing it as it sounds, it's easier.

Kitamo: Can you recommend some songs to me?

Toadenette: Well, I heard a new one called “Wo ai ni” It’s really good…

Kitamo: I’ll write it down later, it’s because my friends and I are going to make a band.

Toadenette: Well, from now on you have your first fan.

Kitamo: Hahaha, go ahead…

(The doorbell rings.)

Toadenette: Well, I’m going, I have classes.

Kitamo: Me too, see you later.

(While they hug and say goodbye, Hitomi is in the background watching the scene. Her eyes fill with jealousy and anger, seeing that Kitamo is with Toadenette.)

Hitomi: Well, Tree-ear… You’re on the worst path… You don’t know who you’re messing with now. Luckily I'm in the same class as Kitamo and nothing is going to take away that space I have with him...

(Enters the classroom.)

Hitomi: Kitamo, can I ask you a little question?

Kitamo: Ah?

Hitomi: Who was that mushroom girl? You know you should always be by my side, little one...

Kitamo: Hitomi, please leave me alone. Leave jealousy aside. And please don't call me "little one" or "baby" it gives me bad vibes.

Hitomi: But why, if those nicknames suit you well... But I just want to know why you're so attached to the little mushroom girl from the other grade.

Kitamo: I'm not going to answer that. Look, I know you want to get back with me... But that's not going to happen anymore.

Hitomi: Is it her? Are you in love with a girl who isn't your race? How can you be so dry with me but when you hang out with her or your friends you're so open and kind?!

Kitamo: Because they're not like you! They don't control us or throw tantrums for being around someone they like.

Hitomi: You promised you'd take care of me!

Kitamo: You know I don't take care of people who are manipulative, controlling, and much less jealous... So since I already know you, don't hurt that girl.

Hitomi: I won't do anything to her...

(Hitomi sits at her desk. Hours pass and recess time arrives.)

Toadenette: I'll go to the bathroom, I won't be long.

Kitamo: Okay, I'll wait for you in the courtyard.

Toadenette: Okay.

(When she was almost at the girls' bathroom, a group of students grabbed Toadenette by the wrists and another student put a handkerchief on her to make her faint. When Toadenette fell to the ground, they took her to a dark and dirty room.)

TO BE CONTINUED...

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