Months has passed since then, our daily abuse senior is not over yet, we barely survived our money for the savings and now were enough and it is the time we wait for. I contacted my friend and meet him, we talked for hours for we haven't met in quite a while and until I was able to tell about the matter.
"Something budges me for a while now" said I. "What is it?", "It's my school, the senior has pick me and my fellow for money since day one I was there", "and?", "I was hoping you round up your friends and make them regret it, and don't give the slightest idea you're doing it for me" "That's a simple task, but you know that kind of days were long gone before to me, no?" "of course, but please, for the old-time sake, and I don't want you to be part of it if you don't want to, I just want this thing to be over with", "you know that this kind of thing is not free for them, right?", "No worries, we save ourselves some money for that, is four hundred K would be enough?", "well, that's quite enough, or should I say too much, I can make it only three hundred for you" "if that's the case, take them all and save the rest for you."
With that, he and I were quite debating over the rest of the money and ended of me insisting taking the cash although I'm quite sure that we wouldn't need much of money for he is one person that quite rich, his father is working for the government after all. I told him all the bullies in our school and note him in a paper and bold over the description of the guy that ugly as an ox, which he wouldn't bother about the details on the paper as he folded it and place them in his pocket. Having our discourse is over, we part ways to our own business, in which for me is the bed, it's weekend after all, and I don't have any matter at the time and went home, sleeping like a log after long week of school and bullied over nothing.
The next day after school, I came up with my colleagues to see if the problem still persist, I saw my friend come with five thugs dressed as horrible fellow as we could believe, my friend stopped in front of a shop and the rest came upon the bullies cornered up, beating them on the alley outside the school. We observed them quite a while as I thought that this was the best pleasure of freedom in our possession. Marman was there, he screams in the loud manner possible as the thugs swarm and beat him up from behind. Upon this my friend went to check and strangely enough stop the thugs, we were puzzled and went away, we parted way while I came back to know what's happening. I was shocked to realize that Marman and Wiro were cousins, realizing this, I came to Wiro when he went onto the same shop which I believe is going to buy some band aid. "Wiro, don't tell me he's your relative?" which I folly ask with slightest correlation of their parents, "It's not your business" he stuttered. "Look, I'm sorry, I don't have a clue" "Don't be, it wasn't your fault. I know how it felt to be bullied, I'm a bully after all" With that he went away to check his brother again. I was quite worried to come to them as I don't want Marman to realize it was my foul doing, but then again it was my fault to send him that message.
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Confined
Short StoryA story about a boy in his adolescence, right after he finished middle school. He's faced with a new environment in which he will not taken for granted. Struggle with him in his life, living through the end ties of freedom enticed with his will-powe...
