Anti football

It was exactly midnight when my alarm rang, I got up immediately, it was time for me to accomplish my daily duty, that is, destroy balloons. I put on a black jumpsuit, took my bag, which contained all my arsenal that I needed to accomplish my mission, my arsenal consisted of brick, oil, a knife, a mask, paint pumps and some instruments that I use for offenses.

I unlocked the door of my room with the greatest caution, so that my mother, who was in the room next to mine, would not suspect anything, I also reproduced the same gesture at the main door like a pro. Finally out of my house I immediately put on my mask that hid my entire face, which made me unrecognizable and put on gloves so that my fingerprints would not remain at the scene of the crime, then I took my way towards my goal for tonight.

I traveled a total of about two kilometers to arrive at my destination, my destination was a department store where you could get all kinds of soccer balls, I went to the front door where I saw a surveillance camera, without delay I took a paint pump out of my bag and sprayed it with a black color, so that you could no longer see anything through it.

I then attacked the front door with an iron pin that I inserted into the lock, with movements that I had learned the lock unlocked after two seconds.

As soon as I opened the door, I rushed inside the establishment, there were several balloons stored as far as the eye could see that were arranged with a professionalism and passion that could be felt just by degrading.

"It disgusts me.", I could not suppress his words that would have my heart coming out of my mouth.

I immediately took out bottles of oil that I began to spread throughout the store, bottle after bottle in every nook and cranny of the store until the last drop, after having taken my distance and placed myself at the entrance, my gaze, imperturbable, without remorse, scanned the store one last time, five seconds passed, with in my hands a brick that I took out of my bag, I used my thumb to press the switch, throwing it into the store at the moment when the fire came out and rushed outside.

The fire began to spread rapidly in the store and completely caught fire: "mission accomplished".

Back home, I woke up at seven in the morning. And yeah, it's not easy at all to walk two kilometers there and back for the sole purpose of burning balloon stores, but it's necessary, I have to do it, it's what allows me not to go crazy after what happened to him.

After cleaning up and getting dressed in my school uniform, khaki colored, top and bottom, I took my guitar, followed by my backpack, then I went down the stairs after meticulously locking my room.

"Hello my president."

As soon as I arrived in the living room, my mother greeted me with a big smile on her face. She calls me president because I am the president of the student council in my school, even if I don't like her calling me that, it's not that unpleasant.

"I'm going to f__", As I was about to answer, I saw the news that was on television, my gaze was directed and frozen on it for a brief moment.

[Yesterday another fire was started in cocody in a renowned establishment in the sale of sports balls, we are live on the scene….]

My mother having noticed me watching the news, said this.

"Oh my God, another fire? It's becoming more and more frequent lately, it's almost scary."

I immediately looked away as if I didn't care and I took a seat to have breakfast before going to school.

She continued to watch television while placing her index finger on her luscious lip with a suspicious expression on her face, while I attacked myself and put my guitar and backpack on the seat next to me.

"You continue to carry that guitar everywhere you go? It must be hard.", with no answer from me, my expression darkened, noticing saddle my mother opened her mouth. "Oh sorry honey…I didn't mean to hurt you.", with a sorry and panicked expression following her words.

By the way, this guitar is the first gift that Mia, my sweetheart, gave me on my birthday a long time ago. I've been carrying it everywhere I go since she was hospitalized.

"It's nothing, don't worry."

She started to serve me a hot coffee even though she was still not convinced, the coffee had a very warming smell that made me forget my worries in an instant after taking a small sip.

"Do you like it?", I could not hide my joy and my mother noticed it right away.

"Yes.", Hearing this, a most radiant smile appeared on her face. If that is enough for her to forget her worries too, I can only be relieved.

"Thank you for the meal."

"You're welcome, and have a good trip"

With a smile, I leave the house to head to school, as president of the student council, I have to arrive before the majority of the other students.

The name of the school is the Lycée Mamie Adjoua, it is one of the most prestigious of all the schools in my country, Côte d'Ivoire, which is located in Africa. I am precisely in Abidjan in its economic capital.

Arriving at school, I headed straight to the student council office, to put my guitar under my desk as I usually do. Since there is no meeting today, the office was empty in the morning, some of the members will probably come after class, but as president, I have to be there at all times.

I sat down at my desk to check some documents for the well-being of the school.

You will probably ask yourself, why did someone like me apply for the position of student council president?

Well, the answer is simple, it is because I could not stand to see the football team of this school, football is dangerous, so in order to put an end to this club, the safest way for me was to become student council president, as I am pretty good at almost everything I do, whether it is in my studies, in leadership and even in sports. When I say sports I am of course talking about running, abs... I don't do any sports that are played with a ball, whatever the type.

So thanks to my extraordinary qualities, without wanting to brag, I managed to become president, I then set fire to football clubs on many occasions, as I knew that it would not be enough, I used my status as president of the student council to ban the practice of sports related to the ball, for the well-being of our dear and beloved school of course, so that one day, the fire does not spread in the school.

Of course, no one can suspect that I am responsible for all this trouble, and that will never happen.

After having fulfilled my duty as president, I headed to my classroom, that is to say the 1st c to follow my lessons.

Fourteen o'clock marked the end of classes for the 1st c, I left the school after picking up my guitar to head to the cocody hospital, where my Mia, my sweetheart is hospitalized, I visit her at least 4 times a week, since I work to help her mother pay her medical bills from time to time, since her father passed away just like mine.

Peace to their souls.

Arrived at the hospital, which is commonly called in our country, the cocody hospital. I went straight to the janitors.

"Hello Denver.", said one of the janitors.

By the way, let me introduce myself, even if I think it's a little too late for that, my full name is: Boya denver.

"Hello, I'm here for a visit.", She knows my name because I come here very often.

"Mia Sow is that it? Please fill out this form. »

She already knows the person I came to see too, it's embarrassing.

"Thank you.", I took the form to fill it out, I can visit her whenever I want, even though I'm not a member of her family because her mother already introduced me to the doctor and he could let me in at any time.

I gave her the form back after filling it out, then I headed to the room where she was kept alive.

As soon as I arrived, I saw her, lying on the hospital bed. I walked over to sit on a chair next to her.

"Good evening Mia."

I grabbed her hand, it was cold, with her eyes still closed.

"You know, today in class...and the teacher...everyone in the class was laughing."

"But I wasn't part of it...you know I'm not that kind of person. »

As always, I tell her how I spent the day, even if she can't talk, I don't want her to feel alone and I also want to talk to her about everything and nothing.

Even if it breaks my heart to do it, I have to bear it for her, who fights against death at every moment, because I love her, from the depths of my being.

I took out my guitar.

Mia was there, in front of me, her body almost lifeless, but her beauty has not disappeared, her fake nose, her pure and clean skin, and her captivating smell have not disappeared, I felt frustrated and on the verge of tears, faced with my helplessness.