A MENTARY WITHOUT EMOTION

Damaged

The petals of the flower flying away from its stalk were blown away by the whirling breeze, bringing a refreshing morning fragrance to a short black haired girl with a red ribbon in her hair, he who releases the petals one by one, hoping the current feeling is right to do or wrong to use.

“True... false... true... false true.”.

Although the answer is true, sometimes he does not have the courage to express his feelings. He took another flower and did the same thing with the one he had picked. Then came a beautiful woman who had graceful gray hair surging was reprimanding the girl who was busy picking flowers just to take off her petals.

“Do not pick it again, later you scolded the teacher through tablets. Don't you appreciate the effort of someone who has planted that many flowers?”

Then the black haired girl answered him softly. “I myself planted it.”

The gray-haired woman was surprised and somewhat annoyed, she also raised her tone somewhat higher while clenching her hands firmly.

“Why don't you respect yourself, Snowy!?”

The black-haired girl turned her face gray-haired smooth white and her blue eyes were like a soothing sea.

“Now, but I trust you so much. Karin.”

***

I came to school while climbing the second step, I parted with niki at that moment. Walking in the hall alone while daydreaming was unclear, then I accidentally passed the 12-B class because I wanted to meet with grabiel, so I kind of peeked a little from the classroom that opened the door.

Suddenly, a girl blocked my view. His gaze was close to me, his forehead wrinkled after seeing me. Maybe I'm a stranger she's seen for the first time.

“Somehow can I help you? Who are you looking for?” ask her with a jutek face.

“Nothing,” reply me with flat face then leave.

“Eeeh don't go,” my hand is pulled back by him. I don't want to deal with this woman much longer.

“Aparticularly?”

“You're clearly suspicious, who are you looking for!?” he was firm with a slightly rough grasp until I looked at him with a sharp look like a face coming up.

‘Why with this woman anyway? he's so rude.’

He looked angry from before because I didn't answer his questions quickly.

“ANSWER!”

The commotion made the 12-B class students out of the room because they heard the noise from the chairman of OSIS.

Shit, he invited people out to see our affair.

“Lucy??”

My attention was stolen by the man who called my name. Two white and black-haired people looked at me in surprise.

Gabriel and Alder. I who was looking at him directly lowered my head in shame with a gloomy expression.

“You know him?”

I immediately brushed aside his grasp and ran quickly towards the classroom. I didn't expect this embarrassing incident to be seen by them. They'd think I was the trouble maker for the OSIS chairman when he started it first.

Unknowingly my gaze was a bit blurry and hit someone until a flower fragment fell beautifully from above.

Again, it stole the attention of passers-by.

“Sorry, my vision was a little blurry earlier,” I said while helping him stand up.

Then I looked at the flakes of flowers scattered about where I felt guilty for dropping the things he had collected with great difficulty.

“I will collect it again,” I said while taking the basket he brought.

“No need, clean and throw in the trash,” he replied uncaringly and went away from my sight.

I realized the flower had been stepped on by passers-by, so it could not be used anymore. I collected it and picked up one flower splinter then I thought for a moment while watching the petals.

‘True too. Flowers as beautiful as anything if dropped and trampled will definitely be forgotten and wasted.’

After I finished collecting it, I returned to the classroom feeling completely guilty and ashamed. Felix, who looked at me like he didn't want to be bothered, just fell silent reading a book on his desk.

I put my head on the table. Tired, tired, and stressed. Last night I could not sleep anymore, I had to adjust myself tonight so as not to become a night creature who likes to stay up late.

“I want to disappear from this world,” muttered me and it sounded from Felix's ear. Felix was shocked and panicked to hear the words coming out of his friend.

“DON'T GIVE UP!”

It was enough to wake me up again in shock. Felix's shout drew attention to one class. What's wrong with this world now? It makes me want to disappear from the world.

“Lucy, I'm sure there must be a way out, so don't disappear just yet,” he said excitedly.

I sighed tiredly and went back to bed at the table.

“No, I'm okay.”

“You sure?”

“Iya.”

The bell had just rang, then the teacher kicked through the door so hard that all the students immediately tensed up. As soon as the room became a silent burial ground, the gloomy and dark came suddenly.

“Open page 120 and work on it now, the time is only 30 minutes soon collected today!! No one is noisy! Understand!”

“PAHAM!” sahut the students.

This is the mental violence of grade 12-A, our class is so strict because the teachers don't want our intelligence to fade, but if this continues we can stress and end up committing suicide, because there is a similar incident because the student is too stressed to learn, a young man who is so reliable ends up with a failure that makes himself wasted, as if he is a disposable item that is not qualified again.

Our classes are divided into A, B, and C. Class A is a class that is filled by smart students. We are the hope for this school to honor the name of the school, and class B is the class with the standard grade, then class C is the student with the lowest grade.

That's why we were tightened, played mentally indirectly. I'm barely strong against this school it feels like I want to resign but I can't. I just sit down and run it.

“Time out!!”

And in the end we couldn't finish this because of the time emphasis. Even if the material is not conveyed to us clearly, the teacher's emotions can change the way he learns and the understanding of his students.

“Collect now, I don't want to know if you're done or not!!”

We just follow and collect our books on the teacher's desk. The killer's teacher was named Miss Desi. When at the value-giving stage, we immediately tremble and the heart continues to beat faster.

“Nona Hana Grisellia, you have not finished completing the answer.”

Hana's book was thrown straight out by Bu Desi quickly. We were also tense at that stage.

“Harry Kristofer, it looks like you are ready to be in class 12-C later, YOUR ANSWER IS WRONG ALL!” ma'am Desi ripped off Harry's paper and rolled it and threw it in the trash.

“Lucy Aureista's. What the fuck is your answer. You think you're a genius?”

I just didn't dare to answer. Even my mouth cannot speak.

“Cabinets.”

I stood up and walked over to Miss Desi's desk. Then missi got up from her chair and slapped me using my book hard.

“Do as per the subject book. Don't get your opinion out on my question!!” he said while throwing my book rough. I just took it and sat back down.

My hands trembled during Ms. Desi's learning.

Do you think my life isn't hard, being treated like that? Unappreciated and hated. It hurts, doesn't it? I know, there's a friend of yours who comforts you, but it'll keep going if you don't change it.

‘Oh my goodness, it feels like I want to just disappear.’

.....

“Efforting is not as easy as talking, so appreciate the people who have struggled so far. They deserve to be rewarded for their hard work that paid off.”