Chapter 2

When the man left the waitress. He walked up to me "Thank you" Also the rest of the staff thanked me, I gave them the food I had in my hand. The waitress grabbed the food and with pity eyes. I keep it in the kitchen. They offered me free food but I declined and paid for my food. They did not agree to receive payment for the food but after convincing them for a while, I was able to convince them and they accepted the payment. My classes were going to start at night. This school is very well known even though I only come here as a latoria reinforcement of what I study in my other school. I really give importance to it, well I have always given importance to everything that deals with studying. It really takes motivation to do some things I have no idea why that thought came to mind but I can't help but think like that. Well I have always studied routinely, the noise of the room is the first thing that greets me when I enter the room. Even though I only stay here for a few hours, I never like the atmosphere when I walk into this room. It is everything except a study environment, more so if it is a leisure room. I ignore the atmosphere and sit at my post for the first time in a long time. I don't have dark thoughts of my reality but as soon as I think about it. reality strikes again

"Hey, you trash, how are you going to pay us?" One of those people I despise shows me once again that reality. It's darker than it looks but those words weren't directed at me. A fat fellow with glasses lowered his head in resignation

"Well…ehh…ehhh…"

he couldn't speak

"Ehh…ehh…what does that mean?"

The man couldn't answer

"This is an idiot"

"Yeah haha"

For some reason I wanted to interrupt but I didn't, I never would have thought of doing that until today. Normally I would have just watched but now I want to interrupt. I felt that there was a movement in my hands, I squeezed them without realizing it, I opened my hands and rubbed it. My thought was interrupted when the teacher started his class. Get those thoughts out of my head and enjoy the class. At the end of the class I didn't want to know anything else and I went home. Wow, it's ironic! I couldn't help but think. I never thought to act like this in the restaurant. I repressed thoughts are ironic and contradictory. Until now I thought that the world is rotten and I'm right but I have no way to change this world. Again dark thoughts. The light from the store where I always go to spend time illuminates my face and I take out those thoughts. Grab a couple magazines and some goodies