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As I curl up on the corner on my room, starring at the ceiling, blank is the only thing on my mind.
A mild vibration broke my focus, it was my phone. Oh, my trusty phone, probably lasted more than most current generations cellphones. For each time the phone rings, the ringtone "Close to you" by The Carpenters had always kept me in peace, sometimes I'm at such peace that I forgot that I had a phone call for me to take. And it's such nice when the phone rang because it signifies that someone had tried to reach you, and cared about you.

I've kept the ringtone since an undated time, for the cellphone preserves a memory so valuable to me, and it'll always be close to me.

The cellphone is a present from my parents, I exchanged it with hard work of studying even though I have no interest in reading. For my school has a carnival day, and everyone will bring their cellphones and gadgets to school and show off, despite electronics are banned from schools, teachers kept an eye closed.

The cool kids will always bring double decks with an iPod mount on top and blasted the back alley of the school with their shit tier music. As everyone is gathered in small groups, showing off their cellphones and sharing songs via Bluetooth, I'm the only one that is focused on the stalls teachers had setup other than parents.

A brother of some kid came up to me, and said that I made his little boy cried.
His obviously picking on me, for I am inferior to him. I tried to take out my phone and call my parents, but before I can dial he snatch the phone out of my grip. For that his physically is much more superior than I am, I'm a no match for him.

He held the phone in the air and threaten to throw it if there's no apologization. I didn't, and the phone was thrown in the air, hitting the ground, but only the back cover and battery fell out, else is intact.

He then walked away with laughter, I looked at his brother. I know I'm going to have my time for I'm boiling inside, I sneak up upon his brother when his busy hitting up some girls.

The brother is only a kindergarten kid, and so I took him upon the fish pool, and thrust his head inside, bubbles started to show up on the surface as his struggling to breath.

For each time he twitched his body, I felt pleasured.

Until a teacher cut my actions and rescued the boy.

And there I am, standing in the principals office, with my parents, while other kids are having fun on carnival day. My story was ignored, and I'm caught red-handed. I've got no choice.

But after that day, I knew, that the world is no longer justified.

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As I stare at the phone, displayed on the screen is an unknown number.

I picked it up, calmly exhale into it to signify my presence.

"Only wait for the caller to start the conversation" an advice from my old man.

It was the hospital they said, and that a patient would like to see me. As I arrive, I asked for the directory and walked in, there, lies the girl on the hospital bed, her parents told me that someone smacked her face onto a table, as if they have no idea it was me. The parents left me for some time with the girl. I know that if she got to memories back, she will tell the truth. As I'm going to pull out her life support, she grabbed my hand.

"I'm sorry" an apologization is the last thing I would expect to hear from this girl. Tears dripped from her eyes, and she told me that she'll keep it a secret.
But then, how long will it get, before the FBI gets my whole palm print behind her back or her friends that witnessed the incident?

As I kissed her on the forehead, I whispered beside her ears "But you're not forgiven, I'm sorry". You can see her facial expression, she knew that this is coming, and now it caught up to her. As she prepares to die, I pullout her life support and disabled the alarm.

I walked out of the room and went back home. As I pack my bags preparing to move out. For time is now an essential, every single second counts, I know I only have 1 night and 1 shot to get out of this country, then I will be invincible. It's been a long night, as I'm driving up north in hope of reaching the Malaysia-Thailand border.

And then I calmed myself, looking into the rear view mirror, I asked myself "WHAT THE FUCUK HAVE I DONE"

I've got no U-Turn now, either I live a life of fugitive or I turn myself in.

i can feel ts's keyboard warriorness

After that I buy a pair of socks. I can feel the fabric, I touch it again and again. The smell, the softness and the hope it gives me. Then I take out my older pair of socks that I've kept for so many years in the cupboard. I try to compare it with the new one. The difference is clear.

Smelly socks. Ugly. The kind of socks that brings you down. Even in a bright sunny day in the middle of a holiday when you're suppose to feel free and easy.

Then I get out from that same old house and take a look at the star. Too bad it is not there anymore. Because it is 12.45 P.M. That's okay. I take a look at the sun instead. It breaks my heart, sun.

Why are you always there? It's getting hotter and hotter. This sweat, like a tears that cannot dry keeps falling again and again.

I realize now. I never really have any choice. I've made up my mind. I hold my breath for a few seconds and all the pieces of my life start to come together like a shattered puzzle forming to become one. There is no turning back now. Forget about the socks.

It's ice cream.

I am dumb if i believe this story

Front guy = TS
Guy behind = Everyone who thought it is real

cool story brahh

okay 7/10 for your essay

7/10 for the way the bullies treated u

haha cerita bodoh

'cool' essay

can enter surat satu malaysia

^ what mean bro? i no understand

erghhhh~ TS you are scary. bye.