The cute boy was going through the cafeteria with his lunch. Someone placed his leg in front of him and the poor boy tripped over it. He fell down to the ground, scattering his food all over him. Again. He had even spare shirts in his locker room because of this being their routine. The table started to laugh. But he did not. For him, it was sad. Why it was like this? He wanted to smile like others. He wanted to be normal. He wanted to live his life. But he was broken. He was broken beyond repair.
He stood up from the ground. Leaving the food there. He just flashed a quick sad smile at the boy who tripped him over and walked away. The little boy who was beaten by his mother in the past. The grown-up senior that was presently ignored by everyone. The future boy who was being bullied by classmates… The one person they all were. That person had enough. He climbed the stairs to the rooftop. The lock was damaged, so he opened it easily and proceeded to stand at the very edge of the building. Looking down at the ground and seeing the only resolution this situation had.
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His teacher was looking at him, her eyes filled with lust. She wanted him. He had a nice body and face. But he was her student. She could go with his brother instead, she thought, but that did not prevent her from coquettishly rubbing her boobs over his arm. That handsome boy moved away, disgusted. The teacher made a hissing sound, not satisfied with what he did. She invited his brother to school to have a serious talk about his behavior, and then she left.
That boy had enough of women. He stood up from his seat and went somewhere where he won't be bothered. He was fed up. The past him, who was left by his mother. The handsome boy who was presently envied by all the other guys. And the future him who was relentlessly harassed by women. They were bothering him and his family, too. He had enough. He climbed the stairs to the rooftop. Broke the lock on the door and breathed in the fresh air, when he stood alone on the roof. He laid down and enjoyed the silence.