He's crazy.
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Rhea's back leaning on the chair and looked at the droning teacher, boredly. They were discussing about preparing what to bring this Christmas. We were arranged on which meals we will would bring. Until, a teenage boy sitting on his desk, begins to yell something.
“Lechon Manok!” he yelled out enthusiastically, as he raised his fist on the air.
Suddenly. . .
Bang.
Everyone looked at the direction of the sound and dumbfounded at the fact how the boy fell out of his chair.
Some chuckled while others looked at him like he was idiot.
The boy who fell was laughing hysterically.
Rhea widened her eyes when her gaze fell on the boy's forehead. It was trickled with faint blood against it.
The teacher noticed it and called Sir Ambrad to take him to the clinic.
The boy who was on the floor was lifted by the man with his shoulder.
Mike's face appeared to be pleased while grinning his classmates then, before he went out from our class, he says loudly to us.
“Yay! No class!!” he was given a stern glare by the teacher.
Rhea shooked her head slightly, thinking his head might had messed up from the fall.
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『fragments of memories』
Short Story❝ scribbling some fragments of Rhea's memories. ❞ a story of a girl who wants to escape the clutches of reality Trigger warning: this chapter contains self-harm/suicide and might trigger you. Please read with caution and don't hesitate to contact p...
