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10. I Don't Give A Flying Fxck

Fionns

"I know if you run in this election, you win. I am positive about that. That's why I asked you at the beginning if you had any friends. I shouldn't have to question that." Mr. Mul chuckled. "Of course you have a lot of friends. It can even be said that most of the students in this school will choose you. Aye, right?"

Rhetorical question. He didn't let me answer before he spoke again.

"I just want to tell you one thing, Fionn."

Well, this time his old tongue can say my name correctly.

"Honor cannot be bought with money, no matter how much money your family has in this world. Money will only last as long as it is still there. After it runs out, I don't know who knows what will happen with the respect that someone gave us before. Most likely it will evaporate with the existence of the papers.

"So why would you want to be the chairman of OSIS, the leader of all the students and students who are here if they don't respect you and you don't respect them, hm? What are you going to do with that position? Do you just want the prestige? Do you just want the title?

"If so, I suggest that you step back. No need to run. Because you will only threaten those who remind you of the obligations you have to do and the responsibilities you have to carry later as you did to me briefly.

"Not been in the chair OSIS alone you have been much berkilah. It's been a lot of reason. Actually what is stopping you from completing the answer to the question in the book in ten days, hm? After all, you just need to copy it. Not yet you've been pretentious with the amount of questions in there. In one book there are only five hundred questions, Fionn. That's the maximum estimate from me, but I'm sure it's less than that.

"You want to be a leader, but you don't want to fight to be worthy." He started shaking. "I feel sorry for you. I–"

What the fxck ever. I don't want to listen to the ngawur chatter coming out of the man's mouth half-whitened hair. I don't want to linger in front of his face that is pretentious, pretentious, pretentious about me and my life.

And what's in my brain.

Fxcking.

Soon I grabbed the two thick books on the table, nudged the cordless mouse nearby and made it fall to the floor.

I don't give a flying fxck about that. I don't give a flying fxck about him. I don't give a flying fxck about HIM!

My wide steps managed to swallow the distance between Mr. Mul's desk and the door of the teacher's room with just a few steps. I don't get it. Either my steps are getting wider or the emotions I feel in this chest in the end make me able to fly. Clearly, in a relatively short time, I was already in the front corridor of the cursed room with a breath of breath.

I obviously didn't forget to slam the door.

I told you I don't care about anyone's judgment of me anymore. They have no right to judge my attitude, the decisions I make, and my behavior if they don't know what's happened to me all along.

Fuck those who feel themselves right on top of this world that feels worse than hell!

****

I knocked on the classroom door and opened it before I was welcome to enter.

I don't care. I knocked on that door just because I wanted to. I am not waiting for permission from anyone.

I don't need anyone's permission at this school.

Uh, shxt. Whatever. I don't care.

Regardless of the nameless teacher, I headed to my seat in the back row. There are four rows of chairs that extend to the back, each row contains five chairs, and the last four rows are always filled by me and my friends. No one dared to fill the back row no matter in any class. Clearly, when they found out that me and the kids were in the same class, they would avoid the last row like a contagious disease.

Smart move on their. I'm not going to mess with people who disturb my calm.

Like that old bald old Mulyono.

I'm furious. I'm upset. I'm not calm.

I had to think about how to conquer this task as well as take revenge on him.

****

I attended chemistry and Indonesian classes accompanied by a cloud over my head. The clouds invited by Mr. Mul's sassness and flushed my mood all over him. No one could have survived the gloom of my mood.

"Hey." Someone greeted me and immediately threw themselves onto the bench next to me. I looked up and met Alda's flirtatious eyes.

Shortly afterwards I felt his sticky lips land on my jaw.

Fxck. I quickly looked at her lips. I'm sure he just put the glossy pink lip polish he's wearing on my jaw.

Eew.

"Fxcking hell, Alda! Stop. I don't want to see my twin brother *********** guy in front of me. I want to eat, damn it. Please, go all the way, deh!"

"What, anyway, lo? Like me, dong, want to do something. This body of mine. Take care of your own business sono!"

Damn it to hell. I was made even more fed up by the twin sister dramas that always happen when they meet this. Why they can't get along, I don't know either.

If there's one right thing my parents did, it's by not giving me a brother. I don't know what I would do if I had a sister or a sister and had to behave like this all the time.

"What the fxck? Can you not act like a good girl, ha? There's no self-respect lo abis speaking of kayaking just now!"

"Bodo. I don't care about your opinion. I said take care of your own business!"

God damn it! I can't if I have to listen to that more. I can't.

At home I was satisfied with the screams and harsh words as they did. In school, do I have to face it again?

Fxck theme. Fxck them.

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