Father and Son

Like in any normal class, students paid attention to what their teacher taught. However, for B3, two students stood apart. Lea was in a state of terror and extreme anxiety, while Gigi reveled in his first victory and the initial step towards his revenge.

Lea tried to calm herself, restoring her normal breathing, but she couldn't relieve her worries. "What happened to me?... What's this strange feeling?... This has never happened before... And where the hell did those writings come from?... I'm 100% positive my hand was clean from any writings... what does it mean, saying that?"

Questions poured into her head, unable to find a logical explanation. Her only choice was to erase the writings from her hands.

Using her other hand, she started scratching her fingers to remove the writing. But those written words seemed more like a threat other than a message.

Lea stopped and gazed at the words, trying to understand their meanings, but found no clue.

"My time is now!... What the hell is this supposed to mean? What kind of secret is this to keep, anyway?" Lea thought, her face marked by agitation.

Gigi enjoyed it all. Seeing Lea in such a state because of him gave him a sense of control and power. His imagination journeyed far ahead, visualizing all the benefits he could gain from this newfound ability.

He pictured himself surrounded by all the female classmates, trying to please him with smiles and admiration on their faces.

This image in his mind almost made him drool with excitement.

Finally, the physics lesson concluded, and the teacher left the class. The students, on the other hand, began gathering their things and leaving as well.

Lea stood up to leave when Gigi jumped in front of her, asking, "Hey, so about our conversation earlier… shall we continue?"

Lea looked down, not even raising her head. She quickly muttered, "Maybe later," and hurried out of the class.

Seeing her reaction, Gigi felt confident that the matter was resolved. A smug smile traced his face. He grabbed his pack and walked toward the door to leave as well.

As he passed by the empty tables left by the other students, Gigi crossed paths with Madeline at the front of the door. He hadn't noticed her before, but now he was face-to-face with her, causing his heart to tremble. Feelings of hatred and admiration mixed together, creating a confused expression on his face.

Madeline looked at him, and Gigi tried to hide his emotions, replacing them with a more relaxed look.

"Huh, it's you… still alive?" Madeline spoke with arrogance.

Gigi felt a surge of anger, realizing her hatred for him was as strong as ever.

She added, "Stay out of my sight, Pervy-Gi."

Now Gigi felt deeply offended. All the happiness he had felt moments ago vanished. He remained silent, staring at Madeline without blinking. Madeline turned her eyes away, moved toward the door, and left Gigi frozen in his place.

"Things never change, I guess… thanks for making it clear… I will make sure to stay out of your sight… believe me, you won't notice me at all… just like a ghost," Gigi murmured, a scary smile spreading across his face.

He left the class, walking through the corridors and down the stairs, with his usual stride.

Principal Brown left his office to oversee the students as they left the school. He stood at the main entrance, looking everywhere to ensure the first day of school ended without any more trouble.

As the students made their way out through the main entrance, Brown suddenly felt a chill in his body as Gigi passed by. The principal remembered the feeling he experienced when he opened the closet door earlier.

Gigi moved farther away, and the principal panicked, still checking all directions, trying to figure out where the chill came from.

"What's happening in this school today? First an intruder, then a shadow, and now a chill I've never experienced in my 13 years of working here... all this just on the first day of school!.. man, this year will be a long one for sure... I hope I won't lose my mind before it ends," he muttered to himself while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Gigi passed through the school gate, contemplating his next destination. "Should I go back home after what happened this morning?... I think my father is angrier than ever… Ah, I messed everything up... I wonder if he will just forgive me this last time... I mean, it's not the first time, maybe he's used to it by now... Let's see."

After thinking it through, Gigi's legs took him to his house. When he arrived at the door, he hesitated whether to knock or just sneak in through the window.

"Knock on the door, enter, and make a good apology... swear you won't cause any more trouble... that's it... I can do it... It all depends on my performance and my father's mood... okay." He revised his plan.

Gigi knocked on the door a few times and waited. A few moments passed, and there was absolutely no answer.

Gigi began to get anxious, so he knocked again and again. "Could he not have returned yet?... Usually, at this time, he's already home… What's wrong?"

He knocked a few more times but still got no response. So he thought maybe the window was the right choice after all.

He moved his feet to turn around the house when he heard a faint sound coming from the door handle.

He looked back and saw the door opening slowly, so he turned around. A sense of relief filled him; all he needed now was a sincere apology.

As his father's face appeared, Gigi wasted no time. He bowed his head and shouted, "My apologies, Father… I'm sorry… it won't happen again."

Looking down, waiting for his father's words, Gigi closed his eyes, ready to hear all kinds of complaints and angry words, or even to receive slaps or punches. He was prepared to take it all in the hope of forgiveness.

But the silence dragged on, and Gigi's wait felt endless. He opened his eyes again and raised his head to see what was the matter. It was unusual for his temperamental father to stay silent.

What he saw was the calmest expression on his father's face, as if he were a dead corpse, but behind this calmness was sorrow.

Gigi knew something was wrong, so he asked, "What's wrong, Father? I swear I won't cause any more trouble… I swear it."

His eyes widened in realization that his father didn't care at all. Instead, his father grabbed a luggage and threw it at Gigi's feet.

Gigi's eyes began to fill with tears even before his mind understood why. They grasped the situation faster than his thoughts.

His father then calmly closed the door without a word. He didn't bat an eyelid, the sorrowful look remaining on his face until the door fully concealed him from sight.

Gigi fell down, oppressed, crying, and disbelieving. He had just been thrown out of his house by his own father, his own flesh and blood.

This moment broke Gigi's heart and made him as fragile as a butterfly.

He couldn't pull himself together. Who could? He turned and lay on his back, staying like that for a long time without moving a muscle.

As the rain began to fall on his face and body, thoughts started to pass through his mind. "It's just like that… this is how time freezes… Who am I kidding, I can't blame him anyway… having a failure kid like me must be hard… maybe that's why people aren't having children anymore… because of people like me, useless ones… what's next, Gigi? A few hours ago, you were happier than anyone, and now you've returned to your true place… the misfortune to which you belong… what's left?"

The sun set, and darkness prepared to take over.