His Colossal Mistake #justwriteit

Chapter 8 Wednesday

"People who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."

I have felt many forms of evil. From the coffee shop, to witnessing an animal tortured by humans. I have seen vindictive women befriend my mother and father. I have viewed the evil of a monster--of Sevastyan; and yet, he seems the kindest of them all.

I know nothing of Sevastyan, other than the soldier he presents himself as. Could one be considered evil, if they are inherent to their sins?

My gaze shifts from the stagnant man to the road ahead.

I regret dismissing my coffee earlier this morning. The drink would have wired my brain better; to justify the acts against Sevastyan and his kind. He is a monster, he is evil. I am just a pawn in a ploy to show kindness to a naïve beast. The world knows how this will end; I never had a chance.

Abandoning my negative mind, I adopt optimism and glide into my classroom with the beast at my tail.

"Hey Neil," I tap on the guy sitting in front of me. "Why is another class coming in?"

"Well if you didn't bail yesterday," he gives me a knowing look, "you would know we have scheduled a debate. Just to discuss politics, economy, and other boring social things."

I ignore his negativity and prepare for the rest of my day.

Clearly no one sits near the beast--who remains silently against the wall.

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An Odd thing occurred in class today, and it involved the debate.

Sevastyan and his kind were a huge part of the discussion. While I have no real vendetta against the monsters, I have an obligation to speak against them. My father is the general.

"Why are we even fighting such a dumb war?" a girl from the other side of the room speaks up.

"To keep us safe," a guy beside me yells.

"Can't we just exterminate them like bugs? Then there will be no war, and everyone will be happy," the first girl argues.

"Krystal," the teacher solemnly begins, "You are to take a stance for the enemies, not against them."

She looks down shamefully. "That's not fair," she pouts and then addresses the rest of the class. "There is literally no stance to support monsters. We have no way to argue our point without even a small pro," she smirks.

"Come on, we can so think of something," Mikael pipes up from her team. "Maybe monsters aren't all dangerous," the boy states and directs his gaze at me. The strange look from the martial arts class yesterday appears in his eyes.

"How?" I shoot back. With his stare, I genuinely believe his statement.

Mikael then precedes to acknowledge the ominous presence within the room.

"Well," he gestures to Sevastyan, "he hasn't hurt you yet."

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My angst builds as each of my classes pass by. I worry for Mikael. If a statement like that gets out, who knows what will happen to him.

I sit in my car and mess with my bun until every hair is bound back. I use the time to wait out the traffic and compose myself before driving home.

During the drive my mind scurries to Mikael's fate.

"Class is not usually that," I grasp for the right word, "crazy." I tap my hand on the wheel as time passes.

I exit my car and enter the apartment, and then wash up to start dinner.