"I hate school'' Bran muttered.
Exiting his classroom. Bran walks in the corridor holding his lightweight black school kit in right hand, just like him other students also heading for their homes, some were happily chit-chatting with their friends while others have a tired and reviled expression finally today's torture ended with their school time.
Today was the second day in 12th grade and he already hates it. After little vocations, this boring school life started again, work, work fucking boring work then exams and resuts. he already know how this year is going to be.
This is the last year in the school, but instead of becoming happy Bran is worried. He has no idea what he's going to do after this year. He knows most of the students in his class want to leave the country, some for higher study, some for work as everyone wants to earn in dollars. But how many will achieve that and get to live their dream life.
Most of them are going to work in labor or in small stores, while some of them are going to come back after wasting their parents' money.
But what about him? He has no idea, he needs to think before this year ends.
Even though his parents died two years ago, relatives are not gonna leave him alone if he doesn't do anything. They are so annoying that sometimes he wants to kill them. Most of the time they were the reason behind his parents' fight when they were alive.
Turning left, he stepped on the stares, dashing dawn from the fourth floor.
he had hated seeing his parents fight each other so much that sometime he thought why even he alive what point living a life with struggles and sadness when in the end everyone going to die, every night before he sleeping he wished to never wake up, but to his disappointment god wasn't even capable to grant this small wish.
As he passed age 15, he lost all belief in gods and miracles. How can he believe them in this type of world? When he looks at people, the only thing he sees in them is anger, hunger, greed, and lust. yeah there were some good people probably hiding some were. Though he himself is not a good person.
A year ago he accidentally killed someone but instead of accepting his crime he hid it, luckily no one found out yet.
He exited the four-floor building and walked through the basketball ground before exiting the main gate of the school.
His home is 1.5 kilometers away, he always comes and goes by walking.
Without looking back he starts walking toward his home. The school's front gate filled with noises, bikes, bicycles. There were also some cars driven by parents who came to pick their kids.
Bran crossed the main road then took the right turn. This road is less crowded but still some students crossed past him with bicycles, six girls walking behind him like always.
After a few minutes, he took two more turns, now the whole street is empty with only him and one girl following him at quite a distance.
Bran's full body is wet with sweat. ''Damn sun, just hide behind clouds until I reach home'' he muttered.
He glanced at his left side without stopping. While girl behind him takes a right turn and runs away.
It was the same place where he accidentally killed a man a year ago. On that day a drunk man had blocked his way, he had just pushed him but that guy fell into a sharp iron rod, it went through his throat and he died. That day before running, Bran had carefully cutted the piece of the dead body's shirt where he touched his hands to push him and burned it.
He had read and watched many novels and series, in them connefodders always get coughs from the finger prints they left behind. He didn't want to make a mistake like them.
He always knows this place has no cameras and is always empty in the late afternoon. So that time he made sure not to leave any evidence behind.
"W-what the hell'' Bran stopped seeing the dark blue portal opened in front of him, A red ball rolled out from the portal before it closed. The ball stopped hitting his black shoes.
Bran blinked and rubbed his eyes not believing what he saw.
but that red ball still here, he bent dawn and picked it up, it's size of human eye ball, it's dark red and cold as a drop of frozen blood. he placed on his palm and front of him its malted and disappeared as it's absorbed by his hand.
"Did I get sick because of heat.''
He starts walking again, thinking whether he should tell his big sister or not, then decides not to tell her since he doesn't want to see a doctor.
I should stop reading novels, if possible.
He thought about how he started reading it. At one point he was addicted to anime; he watched it like he was possessed. on holidays over 16 hrs. when one series ends he searched for other like mad man, more then year went like this, he know he was destroying his health but it was impossible to stop watching it, anime world was beautiful far more beautiful than real world.
But he knows he can't go on like this no matter how beautiful that world is, it's fake. so he had forced himself to read manga thinking it will take anime place and stopping reading it will be easy as its not going to give him emotional touch as anime, as its just a pictures and words, no music no sound, no movements, but he was wrong this idea backfired he become addict to mangas as it's have far more constant than anime as he never get to see ending in animes he had to wait for upcoming sessions but here Is a lot more content, once he starts reading mangas he never look back at anime he only watched it through short reels.
Just eight months ago, forced himself to stop reading manga and manhwa for the same reason he can't go on like this, so he chose web novels thinking it's just words he was going to bore and stop at one point but it's back fired again now he is addicted to novels.
He wants to come out from his mobile phone and earn money, do something for a secure future and leave this corrupted place with his sister, but taking the first step is always the hardest.
After walking ten minutes from that crime spot he reached his home. He pulled a metal door stepping in the yard, he walked ten steps, and opened the main door. ''I'm home''
He removed his shoes and walked in the living room. Knowing no one is here. His big sister is a teacher in an all girl school and always comes home half an hour later. She is twenty five years old, Bran nine years younger than her. she is not his real sister she lost her parents when she was young Bran's parents adopted her but two years ago she lost her 2nd parents too, life is really cruel, but they carry on leaving she forced Bran to go school, Bran'n also listen to her as she is only person left in whole world who he cares and love.
Bran switched on the fan, tired. walking center of the living room he slammed on the couch. ''damn life."