Weary [PJM]

side,

"an award, sir?"

"exactly."

few days later,

after class dismissal,

im now talking to a professor.

"but may i ask what for?"

he then smiled,

"it is for stopping the incident last time,"

"without you, our school's reputation will go down to hell. you're a hero."

"that's why our principal wants to give you a gratitude award."

by hearing that,

i don't know how to be genuinely happy.

why?

because they're giving more attention for the school's reputation than you,

than your dear life.

"so, aside the certificate, what else do you want as an award?" he asks.

i could just ask for a new pair of shoes,

for a brand new smartphone,

or ask him to let me join the basketball team.

but,

i took my phone out from my pocket, as i show him a picture.

then his happy eyes went to frown.

"what is this?" he asked, looking back to me with shock and sadness.

"it's called bullying, sir, i know you know that."

it is a picture whereas you were being hit by a group of girls behind the tree.

the professor went speechless as he stares at the picture.

"im terrible, not a hero." i then said, "i should have reported them much earlier."

"sir, i want you to suspend them for a week— aniyo, for a month— as an award."

"cause they are one of the reasons why i almost lost her."

that time, there were two words who made my day,

"will do."