Can I Kill You?
Part 4 - Summer 4
Cleaning all the hair from stagnant dirt is not an easy thing. I need to apply a dozen times the shampoo liquid to my hair to be free from the fishy smell. Very concerned with hair oil, everything disappeared swallowed by the aroma of shampoo.
Fortunately, this school has its own bathroom specifically for cleaning the body. Not big enough, but comfortable enough to spend time alone. Maybe I can use it to ditch later on. Or don't.
My head's pulsing. I rubbed my nose, and I found out what caused it. Bloods.
Motherfucker. They hit me as hard as anything, like this?
Karen Clarke's. The son of a noble who lately rose because his position rose in the realm of government. It shouldn't be a problem if I take her out of my school life.
If only there were no blacklists of my name in the royal family, in my father's mind, everything would be easy. My current standing is no different from that of criminals on the streets, too good to stand trial, too easy to reward.
Just another year and a half away, and I'll graduate from this dilapidated school. You can do it, myself.
And that half a year felt like climbing an endless mountain, I never got to the top.
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I opened the classroom door and found Ms. Anna was already complete with her pack book and glasses box. Our eyes flashed a glance, and he said sniffly. “Too late again, Barbie?” Laughter rises in the classroom, including Karen's gang. “What happened to your uniform?”
“It looks like Barbie has joined the running track club, mom!” said one of the fat-haired men. I imagine I'll beat him up later.
“Create that? Nice.” He confirmed the position of his glasses with the middle finger. “How about now you start the club and leave my class, Barbie?”
“My clothes are wet, Bu.” I said without looking at her.
“And why is that?”
I could feel Karen looking at me carefully. He would have dodged it hard if I told him he was the culprit. “I... Fall.”
“Don't lie, Barbie. TELL ME HONESTLY OR GET OUT.”
I can't answer. Can I say if, “YOUR PROTEGE HAS GONE CRAZY FOR DARING TO WATER ME WITH AIR PEL!” Not in a thousand years, not even forever. Karen's been a good influence since the first semester. And I'm just a king whose hobby is to make trouble.
My silence was answered as approval by Ms. Anna's. “Stands in the corridor now.”
I spent the rest of my math class outside of class, in half-wet gym clothes and disheveled hair. You can imagine how horrible the gazes of people passing by are. In one look, everyone can tell if I'm a troubled kid.
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The maths lessons are going faster than I thought. I spent maths lessons while sleeping in a bent position and buried my face in front of my knees, just like a discarded child. To coincide with this, Ms. Anna came out and greeted me with an unusually harsh tone.
“Barbie, come with me to the teacher's room. We need to talk.”
No need to ask what we're talking about. He must be talking about my grades going down or something. No problem, I'm used to this.
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“He said, you were bullied?”
The teacher room was crowded by teachers who completed their list of grades or spent supplies. The voices of students who menguele if they are not troubled also collide with the sound of the nagging of teachers who are aged. Fortunately, Ms. Anna was not heard by anyone.
“From whom can you know?” I said, half stunned.
“Your friend who said to mom this morning. Fynn, you guys are close, aren't you?” So if someone else says it, my female teacher will believe it. How romantic. “Why didn't you ever say?”
He laughed crisply. “Who spread such rumors?” A piece of paper and a bullpen were removed from the bouquet. “Just write your report here; who is bullying you, whatever happens to you. I'll wait here while I have time.”
Rather doubtfully, I received the bull with trembling hands. Though this morning he seemed to have no concern for me at all, now it seems that he is trying to be a good homeroom teacher. Is this all thanks to Fynn? Is it really a good thing to tell him the culprit?
After I finished writing, I looked down and thanked him.
“Learn right, you know. You're the image of this school, aren't you? Whatever you do will have an impact on this school. The spirit, yes.”
I bowed and thanked him again. His request for spirit instead made my knees weaken, almost falling down. I walked towards the class in large strides. Hopefully no problems happen.
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“See, she's coming, tuh!”
A warm welcome was given by Karen. So warm, my heart warmed up wanting to kill them one by one. Gosh darn. I shouldn't have thoughts like this.
“Hello, Barbie! How was the visit to his teacher's room?” One asked when I got to my bench by the window. “You didn't report anything weird, did you?”
“No, kok.” my girl while looking into their eyes fixedly. “Ms. Anna just asked me why I was wearing sportswear.”
In a sweet tone, Karen asked, “And why is that?”
I smiled flatly. “Because I fell.”
They chuckled like rats about to finish off cheese as big as a house. “Good! Goody! You fell alone in the bathroom! It's as hard as that, isn't it? We are the softest students in this school!”
Patience, Barbie. Don't let you kill them. I continue to instill it in my heart, in my mind, and in my actions. It won't be difficult, and Gabriel will be safe. There wouldn't be a father's nag if I did this well.
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The files overwhelmed the king. It's a bad day. Plus, Barbie's disrespectful behavior is enough to add to her headache that has attacked her like rotten food.
“Bad announcement, Mr.”
He turned to Rick, who had worked as his assistant all this time, to sign the rest of his files. In any bad situation, Rick never said there was a bad announcement even in any dire condition. However, the funny thing this time he said it, plus the look of his face super panic made the king panic.
“What happened to you?”
“Bad news, really bad news.”
The king was impatient while holding his head. “Eat him, tell me what's bad!”
Weighing for a while, Rick finally spoke up. “Ruby Kingdom, Sir. They rise again.”
“What? Why can?”
Rick wiped his sweat impatiently. “They announced their new child this year. And that means is—”
“—Designation of one person or one child.”
“That's right, Mr.”
His long beard kept riled up. He clearly did not want Gabriel to be a sacrifice for the land of vampires considering he loved him very much. She recalled Barbie's behavior this morning, so upsetting, she asked to be kicked out.
The fire of ideas lit up in his head. Isn't Barbie the perfect tumbar?