11:00; Crackers
" The story of the ever angry mime originated from Garthville high school. He was once a really good and kind teacher, but he was so kind that all the spoiled children were taking advantage of him at a level only a teacher can snap. The pressure was unbelievably stressful, he kept in his rage not revealing his demons.
Then one day he was on his way home and he bumped into one of his students getting robbed, he unleased his rath onto the thugs so brutally, they ran away. The pupil was so terrified at the man rage.
The next day he tolerated the students hell as usual. On his break he saw one of the teachers beating one of the pupils over a simple misunderstanding.
This didn't feel right, so he stopped his college from proceeding, upset with this act they framed the angry teacher and kicked him out of school.... after all the work and anger built inside him he decided to just give up
๐๐ฅ๐๐ฑ ๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฏ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ข ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐๐ฏ๐ข, ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ข ๐ก๐ฌ๐ข๐ฐ๐ซ'๐ฑ ๐ซ๐ข๐ข๐ก ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐๐ข ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ก...๐ก๐ฌ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ด๐๐ซ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ก ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ถ.
๐ง๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ซ ๐ช๐ข, ๐ฆ'๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ต๐ญ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฃ ๐ฆ๐ซ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ถ, ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ข ๐๐ฏ๐ข๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐ฐ".
The foster children all wondered why Erts wasn't attending the mid month cleansing. The boy was out looking for answers,
" Simon... have you ever had a family?
๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ก๐ข... ๐ฆ๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฆ๐ฑ'๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐ถ, ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ ๐ข ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ซ, ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ข๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ค๐ฏ๐ข๐ฑ ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ฉ๐ช๐ฐ ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ฑ'๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ซ ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ซ. ๐'๐ณ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ข๐ข๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ถ ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ช๐ถ ๐ฃ๐๐ช๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐๐ฏ๐ข ๐ช๐ถ ๐จ๐ข๐ถ๐ฐ.
Your not really a heartless monster after all, it seems you've got feeling "
๐ ๐ฌ๐ถ
โ ๐ก๐ฆ๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐ณ๐ข ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ช๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ถ...๐๐ซ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ฑ ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ก ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ข๐ก ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ข๐ข ๐ช๐ข๐ช๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ. โญ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ก ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ก ๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐๐ช๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ถ โ ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ด...๐๐ฌ๐ถ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ก ๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐๐ซ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ข. ๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฉ, ๐ช๐ถ ๐ก๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ช ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ซ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐๐ฑ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ก๐ข๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข, ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ข โ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ช๐๐ซ๐ก ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฑ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฉ ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ถ.
Erts questioned the Mimes, but he didn't have time to do anything else because he paused by the grave yard. He stood in silence, before pressing forward towards the Garthville Home for the Homeless. Erts walked in and he found a middle aged lady organising some paperwork.
He asked her if they had any information about a child by the name of Erts? Sadly she denied. This made him really sad, the lady couldn't bear to see him like this so she asked him if he had anything else that could help, but Erts was too blue to answer her. He made his way to a bench and he slowly gathered his thoughts.
" Yohh look what I've found, a really sad and salty boy ", the voice of a girl spoke from right infront of him. It was Clarissa dressed in a white lab coat. " What are you doing here?", " well if you must know I'm looking for old town medical records. My mom said she needs them for work, but I don't understand why she would pick me for such an important job", " Clarissa your a... never mind", Erts said sadly.
" Okay what's up your way too sad, did something happen. Oh, I understand it's not my business to jump into your life, but if you need anything I'm here for you and so are the others", Clarissa said before quick kissing his forehead, making the air around them weird again, but in a good way.