Please Look At Me!
Chapter 9's

Erina used to park her motorbike across from the school. At the home of his parents. The drop from the school fence to the parking lot is a little steep for me who is just learning, so the girl's father is a little worried when the girl will put her motorcycle in the school parking lot. His father chose to leave the girl's motorbike at his acquaintance's house during school hours.

His acquaintances agreed so much that he always parked his bike there every time he went to school. And he just took his bike again when it was time to go home from school and the students returned to their homes.

It's just that sometimes there are some things that make the girl a little uncomfortable when parking her motorcycle there. Not because of bad feelings with his father's acquaintance. No, not at all. He always parked his motorbike not on the front page of his father's acquaintance's house but beside his house.

There are other children who are the brothers of his class also used to park his motorbike. It was his class that made him feel uncomfortable. Moreover, they are notoriously naughty and like to do troublemaking in school.

"Huh! Today is not delivered to pick up the same father again like yesterday-yesterday," said Yudi, Erina's classmate.

"Great time maybe. Yesterday 'was a child, '" said Leo chimed in, followed by laughter from Yudi and his other friends.

Erina who was walking towards the house of her father acquaintance where she used to park her motorbike could only be silent. Without him needing to ask who they were referring to, he already knew clearly that that person was him. He just wanted to pretend not to hear it and keep walking towards the house of his acquaintance so he could take his motorbike parked there and go home.

He already knew that Yudi hated himself a long time ago. He did not know where and how to begin until the man hated him so much. He doesn't want to know about it either. After all, he also did not have enough strength to be able to fight against that man.

"I go first, yes," said Yudi saying goodbye to his other friends after being content to make fun of Erina.

Erina walked up to the side of her bike. He slightly glanced towards the connection that resembled a small hose on his motor. The connection was broken, but he didn't want to be so bad. He who does not really understand the problem of the motorbike and only knows to drive it, just wants to go home early at this time.

The girl put the key into the keyhole and intended to start the motor. He tried many times, but did not succeed at all. His face paled, he did not know what to do now. After all what can be done by second-graders who do not understand the problem of motor machines and do not have the slightest money?

Erina again tried to turn on her motorbike with full hope. But it didn't work out at all. He glanced for a moment towards the school that looked lonely. The other students may have been back home since. He has been here long enough too.

He really wanted to cry. He was confused and did not know what to do. The people whose position is close to him today are just some of his upperclassmen who are still busy talking while laughing or teasing people who pass by, especially women. He was not familiar with them at all, even he was not very familiar with them. He is really desperate right now.

"Why? Why aren't you home yet?"

Erina looked towards the source of the voice that was like she was talking to him at this moment. There Raden, the son of his father's acquaintance, was standing not far from him. The man was several years older than her and was not at all familiar with her.

"My motor won't light up" he said in a sad and desperate tone.

"Try here I see."

The man stepped into Erina's motorcycle to check the girl's bike. Erina of course allowed it, let alone the man doing it willingly. Slowly the man opened the girl's motor tank.

"Oh, the gas's gone."

He clearly remembered that his father had filled his tank this morning before he left for school. His father always checked the condition of the girl's motorbike before he drove. The decline of his house was too steep so his father always drove his motorcycle up to the highway every morning, all the while checking the condition of his motorbike.

"Yes can. Why why?" ask the man.

"So morning, my father had filled his fuel to the brim. Usually about one to two weeks is up. I've never been anywhere either."

"Do you have money?" ask the man.

Erina could only shake. He doesn't have a penny in his pocket right now. The allowance his mother gave him was even enough to buy two glasses of cold drink. For lunch alone the allowance is not enough at all. He understood he was being asked like that to buy his current motor gasoline.

"Yes already then. Wait here for a moment" said the man.

"Why?"

The girl looked behind him for a moment. His classmates who had talked not far from him, now stood around his motorbike. He did not want to be so concerned about their current presence nearby.

"The motor's gone. But he said the bike was filled up this morning. Time's up?"

"That was probably Jeremy," said one of them.

"Huh?"

"So before I came home, I saw him share gasoline for the other kids. But I don't know where he got the gasoline from" he explained.

Nyutt's....

Erina's heart throbbed pain. He really did not think about what his upperclassman had done. Handing out gasoline from his motorbike to his other friends, then making the gasoline on his motorbike run out until he was confused and probably could not go home at all. He really did not end up thinking with the mischievous actions of his upperclassman.

"Seriously?" tanya Raden confirmed the speech of his upperclassman just now.

"Yes. I saw with my own eyes just now that he was sharing his gasoline again. But he didn't say where he got his gas."

Erina stared softly at the direction of her current motor. In this place, there is only a motorbike parked other than the motorcycles of his class that is notoriously naughty. Raden and his family parked their vehicle in a garage built next to his home for his and his family's vehicles. Of course, no other vehicle will be a source of free fuel for the brothers of his class.