1. Black God (Part 2)

AM I FOOLED AGAIN? BY MY DAD?

PAPAÀAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. (Internally shouting) with a Poker face.

•|•The inner shout wiggled someone, who is a victim. •|•

"Hachew~~" sneezes, "who cursed me in the early morning?" (Beep beep) working on the computer.

"Probably your son, Mr. Brick" says Counter woman while chewing her potato chips.

"Ethan! I just want you to go to School early on your first day. It's so helpful right?" Whispers Mr. Brick to himself. Is victim a Innocent?

[Senior Secondary High School]

Ethan Pov:ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Dad is always like that.

Finally, I'm inside the school and in my new seat. It's good. I like it. I like fresh and new things. Like these. No past classmates ~~ until...

Ryan came and sat behind my seat. For a second, I gripped my falling heart tightly.

Thank god he isn't next to me.

But who is going to be my bench mate? While waiting and waiting I completed my first period with Maths book.

First period+Maths+Agressive Teacher+ with a nice climate outside =SUFFERING.

"Who wants to be a class representative?" Asked our dear Maths teacher with all her volume.

The one me, who just laid his head on the table for some quality time has ---------

"What about you Ethan? Hm?"

I rushed to stand when my name has been called.

"Mam? What mam?" I'm in hate- hate relationship with this CR thing as I'd been 'it' once in my Junior Secondary Highschool.

It's hell. I'm not a nerd who is interested in studies or these activities which don't come under the sportive or gaming lane. I'm done with being a CR who has to straight up everyone in class or you could say the one who all looks at in ewe. I, myself, don't even know where my third paired sock is, and sorry what? Again a CR position? Not sorry, get someone other than me.

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"Then someone volunteer by yourself till this Friday. Or I'll." Said and took her leave from the class...

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[Saturday]

[Break bell 🛎️🛎️]

"Mam, you called me?" It's crazy, I knew the purpose of why she called me here. It's about class representative. I'm dead.

"Yeah, Ethan. I called you becoz of the position of CR. It's going to be you and handle~~"

"Mammmmmmmm!" I shouted making all teacher's heads turn towards me.

I can see the teacher was quite startled by my behavior. I should quickly let it side or I'll be detained.

"Mam you see. I've got a short time memory loss. I cannot remember anything clearly after a few days. I can't even memorize other students' names. And you expect me to handle the class? Mam show me some~~~" Im almost bending and begging. See when it comes to study activities I prefer to stay away. But why am I even the one now? Like no one literally cared about me. They don't even know my existence! And still they want someone like me to fill up the place?

Guys, I know I think deep and unnecessary things but I'm saying again-

I'm not a boy who is interested in CR and other study curricula.

"Okay okay okay. Stop it. Don't frown." said while standing from her seat.

I quickly stood straight and in attention to listen to everything she was going to say. I hope she believes my act. Or I'm just going out as if I'm unbothered. In Ninth grade, everyone forced me to be their monitor and promised that they are going to help and be co-friendly with me. As you see, I'm a bit slow then. At the end of the year, they made me do things forcefully. I've been a tool for them to make things light, like buying cigarettes and alcohol, and letting them skip school without teacher notice as in need of 'project-related work'.

This time, I don't want to continue the same.

"You better find someone to be in the position by next Monday. Or you'll be the one even if you go to coma." Said and left with a bundle of books in her hand.

"Mammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

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I should find someone to volunteer. Or I'll be the one?

This is a big nonsense.

Wait by next Monday? Means!!!!!!! This is the Saturday. I've got this one day? Okay, Ethan be a brave boy. This isn't new to you. Is it? You can do this.

With all my dear hopes. I went inside the class just to see everyone mumbling, playing, laughing...

I closed and opened the door once again to gain their attention.

BANG💥💥💥

All in vain. They are so busy. In their gossip. I went towards my row where all guys sits along with me. I glanced at the guys who were looking at me when I went near them. They are looking at me as if I'm a disgusting creature on Earth.

Nevermind.

I turned my head around towards the girls. They were gossiping as it was the last day.

"Ah! Excuse me" caught the first bench girl's attention. "It's abt....."

"What? CR? Not interested"

"Haven't the teacher given it to you already?"

"Sorry, If I become a CR, I'm afraid my grades may go down" fixes her spectacles.

"Sorry not sorry"

"Huh! Can't you see I'm sitting on the last bench and you asking abt me being CR? Have you lost your screws?"

"No"

"I'm a girl. If I become a CR I should run here and there which... I can't able to do it for a whole year. I'm sorry." Smiles bitterly

"Not interested."

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Girls are unpredictable.

Ryan and their gang are only left. Let's give it a try then.

I slowly made my way towards them that's when...

[Bell rings 🛎️🛎️]

God!!

No one Pov:ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

The teacher started his lecture. Everyone paid less amount of attention.

Time flew in a moment of second...

Cafeteria filled with bustles and rustles...The laughs with a loud natter groomed the hallway. Plates clatters. Utensils placing, Water pouring...all activities sounded all at once inside the Big Intern High School.

Finally, it's lunchtime. Mumbled Ethan to himself.

He slowly stood and went near the door to go out that's when he heard the sound of a bottle falling making him halt in his tracks.

He turned to look at the owner. He is in my class? wondered with a question.

The boy whose bottle has fallen quickly rushed to pick it up.

"Noah!" He, Ethan called.

The mentioned one, Noah lifted his head and questioned "What?" with his eyes.

"You are in my class?" Interrogated Ethan while walking towards him.

"Ha" is all the other said.

"Come let's go to the cafeteria." said while keeping his hand on the other's shoulder.

"What?" asked while hesitating.

"Why do you pretend as if you didn't listen? If you want I can tell you again. Let's go and have lunch together." Ethan said with a big bright smile, pulling the latter's hand.

"W-why?" stuttered with a sudden touch of the othe.

"Huh! Why? You are funny. Becoz~~Becoz I'm your senior, you black boy." covered his voice with almost obvious- fake anger.

"But I'm sa-same as you~~"

"When did you born?" asked while cutting off *not interested to prolong.*

"2007" answered after thinking for a while to reply or not.

Ethan laughs softly and hold the other's shoulder with a commitment.

"See, you are younger than me. I'm Seventeen boy. Now you listen to me to what I say." The younger did not bother to answer or question. He stood there quietly.

"Though we are classmates, I'm your senior. Should respect me got it?"

Still no reply. This made Ethan take back a little. After shrugging, he again spoke,

"Alright let's go now" took his leave along with him.

Ethan and Noah were waiting to get their lunch in the line.

"I'll go buy a drink meanwhile." Said Noah and left almost immediately.

'This boy!!! Huh! I think he wants to be alone. Where I'm trying to have some company with a lonely boy, like him. He is not even thankful. His waste.'

While in his deep thoughts... Someone snapped him out.

"Hey, Ethania" someone called aloud.

"Ryan?"

"Haven't ordered yet?" Asked while laying his hands on Ethan's small shoulder.

"Huh! Ha, I'm waiting for the line to~~"

"I saw you with that boy. The New boy."

'This prick. Can't he mind his business?' Cursing secretly.

"I'm just picking at him. That's it." Ethan fake smiles.