The Boy Who Died

The Nose Incident.

"What happened in school to make him leave?"

"He broke his teachers nose."

"His nose?"

"He threw a heavy punch at his math teacher. I was...i can't even explain what happened. I mean...!"

"Just like that?"

"I wasn't there, but the teacher told me - he's an old and experienced teacher. It happened in math class. They had to do a exercise and his friend, William, was done really quick and he didn't show his work. They were supposed to do it by hand and weren't allowed to use calculators for the exercise. Anyway, he was done really quick and the teacher took a look at it and he said that William used his calculator and that he cheated, because the boy didn't show his work. William argued that he didn't and eventually Jack joined the argument, saying that he didn't understand why there weren't allowed to use the calculators because that's what they are made for. The teacher, Mr Schafer, didn't like Jack's attitude and wanted to give him extra work and he threatened to separate William and Jack in class. Jack simply stood up, said 'no' and hit his teacher in the face. Broke his nose."

I said that, yes. Without thinking about it first. I really didn't mean to break his nose but who knew my punches were that good?

"You think Jack just left because he didn't want to deal with the consequences?"

"Yes."

I gotta be honest with you, I wasn't that excited for the consequences. But...I really didn't want to say that I'm sorry and that I will never do it again and blah blah blah I don't regret it after all, so why should I lie?

"Do you remember anything else?"

"A fight? - We never fought. Well, one time he threw himself down the stairs, because I didn't want to take him to the Zoo. That was when he was five, but I don't think thats the reason - well, its my fault anyway."

"No. No. Stop right there! No one is at fault but me, just me! Just for the record! - I dropped out of school and left home, because that's what I wanted to do for quite a while. I moved to Falmouth and worked as a painter, had fun, fell in love and almost invented something great, because that's what I wanted to do! That I bit the dust while I was at it, was not planned. But if you'll feel better: I didn't feel anything. Three-hundred-eighty volt are no joke, guys. I was gone in just a second. Apart from that, sorrow is not common on this side of the world. We all know what to expect. That we stop to exist once you stop to think about us."

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