High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 30: CONSPIRACY IS STUPIDITY. (Part 1)

The day is overcast, but my activity to glide will not subside.

I sit on the sofa in the middle room, I unplug the SIM card of my phone, then I throw it forward, then this way my smartphone will not receive messages or phone calls. Today I want to continue my autobiography. And I regard this as lecherous.

Once the phone was on, ready for use, I began to rewrite my autobiography, continuing the writing of the rest of my unfinished life.

The atmosphere of my house is very quiet, rather cold and can be said to be gripping, the breadth of my house and the rooms that I rarely stop by makes a mystical aura begin to spread, it's just that, considering when my parents were still alive, the sense of gripping moments like this I have also felt, so I am not so afraid, especially, he said when I was a child I had a conversation with astral beings in this house, whether what kind of creature, what kind, I was a kid so I don't remember it.

But speaking of the supernatural creatures in my house, I was visited several times by red children in my room, the first time he came to me when I was still Junior High, the incident was like a dream but it was also too real if it had to be called a dream, the children giggled while flying in the corner of the room, closet doors and bathroom doors closed and opened many times quickly, it happened when the children floated in the air while giggling, in the dream I just fell silent unable to move, he said, but there was an important message I got from him, that this house, the whole neighborhood of this house, he was the ruler, even out of fear, I had time to recite, but amazingly the kuntil-kid just keep floating in the air without feeling any impact, worse yet, he even glared at me, he flew towards me, the doors instantly closed without anyone else opening, and in the chanting of my remembrance, the kuntil-kid even still giggling, until we met each other face to face leaving a distance of just an inch, his pale face is still stale I remember, then in front of me he said that the lemon was higher than my dick, my inner voice felt heavy and my tongue was muddled.

I also just remembered my father's message that to fight against the supernatural must be with the occult again, and after that incident, the red-kick often visited my room, he did not interfere, just guarding the territory, he said, my father said, such supernatural beings sometimes there are some who like to peek at humans who are making love, especially if they jail, no doubt they will spit on humans who are engrossed in lovemaking, even more so, and since then, on my first night with my husband, I chanted a lot of do'a, which of course my husband also prayed, not nothing, it's not funny if my first night should be watched by the kuntil-kid, what else until he giggled with pleasure, really not humor.

Fortunately for me, I am a woman who is indifferent, so that regarding the mystical thing or whatever it is, sometimes it can go through it without burden, except my atelophobia.

I'm still writing, letting the sounds of things fall into my ears, which hopefully gets caught by the surveillance cameras.

Until it did not feel the rain had fallen, the rain this time was quite heavy enough to make me sleepy, but when I fell asleep, what else the presence of a thick supernatural aura felt, making me reluctant to sleep, but when I fell asleep, I'm not afraid of the red kid, it's just, I'm trying to finish my autobiography, so there's no way I'm falling asleep.

Of course, I write autobiographies because I want to be known, right, just to introduce myself to perfection and people will know who I really am, that's all, that's all.

Until when I had to turn on the light in the middle room, the day started at night, the air was cold, I was hungry too.

This time I will eat first, just back to writing, on the dining table, I have put a bowl of noodles sauce, and I eat without hesitation, the sound of rain starts to decrease, the rain starts to subside.

It took seven minutes to eat out this onion-flavored noodles, less full anyway, but how else, a lazy taste to cook makes me have to bear all this.

Now it was 19:01 p.m., I was sitting alone writing my autobiography, but I was shocked when my doorbell rang.

'TULALIT-TULALIT-TULALIT'.

Forced to put my phone on the corner of the sofa, then step towards the front door, I wonder, who are these nights when the cold weather comes to my house, so I hurriedly ransacked the door slowly, and within seconds the door was perfectly exposed.

“Azopa?” call me astonishment.

True, he is Azopa, but wait a minute, not only Azopa came here, behind him the 12th grade students were also present at my house.

I was silent for a moment when I looked at Azopa's face, whose eyes looked embarrassed.

Among those who smiled awkwardly at me were Wisty, Nuita, Anka and Tozka.

“Come in,” because no one is talking I let them in.

Of course my intention to let them into my house was to scold them, and it was very anxious to punch Azopa in the face, even more want it to feel like the red children in my house are strangling to death this conceited child.

Before everything went into the house, all the footwear was removed on the terrace, so I did not need to slap their cheeks.

I closed the door and mentally prepared myself for the rampage.

“Wah the class president, your house remains neat yes,” flatter Nuita somehow look like what because I still face the door to back them all.

“Harum his house is very typical.”

“Warm again."

Then I turned my body to face them, they were crowded in the living room, the first child my eyes caught was Azopa, my eyes were staring at him.

'Drap-dap-drap'.

I ran towards Azopa, my right hand fingers were clenched in fist shape and within seconds my right fist fist instantly hit his throat.

'Pok' was a sound produced thanks to my fist that hit Azopa's throat, especially Azopa directly hit the floor with a cough holding his sore throat, and Azopa, he squirms like an accidental sea fish to land.

“UHUK! KHUKIS! KHKHUK KHHUK ...” until Azopa took pains to hold his throat in order to endure the pain.

Suddenly my friends started to panic. Not only that I also began to throw punches and kicks at my other friends, no matter they were sick, no matter the messy living room, for sure, they had to feel the bitterness of heartache.

“DICKED ALL OF YOU! MOTHERFUCKER!” I screamed by punching blindly at all the students.

“Chairman rampaging! Chief slammed!” some students are panicking.

“AAAAAAAARRGGGHHHHHH ...” I screamed vanish all my emotions on all my goddamn friends.

'GRANDFATHER' 'POK' 'BUK' I hit them so hard that it made a sound, more than that! I even said rudely, all the dirty words I made to be able to vent my emotions.