The Quiet Kid

The quiet kid sat in the furthest corner of Class 3C, near the window where the sun barely reached. His eyes were half-lidded, fixed not on the whiteboard but on the dust particles dancing lazily in the sliver of light. The teacher's voice was little more than background noise. 

He didn't speak unless called on. He didn't make friends. He didn't smile.

Most students thought he was weird. Some thought he was mute. A few forgot he even existed.

And that was exactly how he wanted it.

"Okay, everyone," Mr. Raymond's voice dragged on, "turn to page 148…"

Blake didn't move. His textbook was already opened, one finger resting on the corner like a placeholder. His other hand rested in his hoodie pocket—where he always kept his phone, earbuds, and a tiny folded knife for in case use.

His eyes roam over the classroom, scanning every person and object. That was when he noticed an empty seat with no person sitting on it, but their belonging were still there. He recalled a scene 15 minutes ago where a girl went to the toilet. 15 minutes were too long just for it, so something must have happened. Then, next to the empty seat, there were three more students absent, and he knew it well who the owners of those seats.

Thus, he got up and walked out of the class, ignoring Mr. Raymond's call from behind. Other students turned their heads, watching as Blake walked off. 

In the hallway, to the girls' toilets at the end of the building, a sinister laugh could be heard from inside, and a sob of sadness mixed in the loud laugh. Inside, three girls in flashy outfits, not for school, were surrounding a timid girl on the floor. She was wet and her eyes were glistening with tears, sobbing. Flash upon flash, aim at her. The bullies were laughing as they filmed and took pictures of their victim. They were not an ounce of remorse in their action. It was an entertainment for them. 

Blake was leaning with his back against the wall, listening to their atrocious actions. He pulled out a smartphone and opened a sound recording of heavy footsteps. Set the volume to the highest, move the phone closer to the door, and play the sound.

Thud, thud, thud. 

The bullies inside noticed the heavy footsteps. "Fuck, that stinky teacher is near." One of them said, mad and irritated. "We should go. Babes, let's go." The one with blonde hair said with an arrogant tone. The one with dyed pink hair stood up. "Okay~!" She looked at the victim. "See you later, bitch." Then, they stepped out of the toilet, and true enough, the one person they hated to see was walking in the hallway. Ugh

They acted nonchalantly and walked in the opposite direction from that teacher. As they passed him, the teacher looked at them with skepticism before shrugging it off and keep walking. 

Blake was already back in class, in his seat, pretending to listen to the lecture. The three empty seats were still not claimed by their owners. Then, a few minutes have passed. The back door was opened, and a soaked female student walked in and took a seat. Everybody acted clueless, but they knew who did it to her. Mr Raymond only took a glance at her before continuing the lesson. 

The girl in the chair was small, with light brown hair and sleeves pulled halfway over her hands. She kept her eyes down, clutching her wet shirt like it was the only thing holding her together. Water was dripping down, wetting the floor beneath her. Her name was Emily Carson. Blake had never spoken to her.

Riiiiiiing! 

A bell rings, indicating time for recess. Students rushed out to the canteen. A few of them stayed behind as they brought their own lunchbox. Blake went to a vending machine outside to grab a can of ginger ale and a loaf of bread as his lunch. Sitting on an available bench, he eats the food while looking at the small park in front of him. He is not enjoying the scenery. His brain is thinking. 

After finish and throw it into the garbage bin, Blake walks back to his class, but on his way, he sees one of the bullies from earlier - The fake sweet one - is talking on the phone in a secluded area. He hides in the corner where she cannot see him. An idea comes into his mind. Taking out his phone and secretly film her. He had a feeling something worth is going to happen. 

True enough, she slips on a dog poop and fall on another one. Her face lands directly onto the disgusting dog poop. 

"Eugh! Goddamnmit! Weugh!" 

She quickly stand up and run to the nearest faucet before washing the poop off her face and her shoes soles. Taking out a cloth off her small purse, she wipes the water off her face. 

"Ugh, what's the cleaner doing?! Leaving a disgusting little shit. No... My beautiful face..." She looks at the small mirror to see if there is anything left.

Blake stops filming and walks away. 

Jackpot

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Back in class...

Teacher is coming late, so Blake wonders around the hallway. It is empty as most students are in their classes, listening to the lessons. He stumbles upon a janitor room, it is close. Nothing weird about it, however, there is an unusual sound coming from inside. 

Slurp, slurp, slurp

Just from the sound is enough for him to figure out what is happening inside. Figure he may gather more materials for future use, he turns on voice recording on his phone and slips it into the room under the door. There is a string attaches to it where he can pull it whenever. 

A while later, the sound stops. Blake retrieves back his phone and walk away like nothing happen.

Double jackpot

As he is far away, the door is slowly being opened. There, an eye takes a peek before fully open the door. Two people walk out. The arrogant ringleader and a boy with dyed dark red hair. 

"See? I told you there would be no one here. You have to listen to me next time, baby." The man speaks with confident and arrogant. 

"Just shut up." The girl walks off, wiping her mouth. 

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The bell has ring. School time is done for today. Students walk out of their classrooms with bags on them, toward the exit. Blake walks among them, like a shadow among crowd. His dead eyes are on the exit, but he feels an urge to pee, all of a sudden. So, he takes a sharp turn to the left toward men's restroom. 

It is empty with only one stall among four is occupied. He enters the one besides it. Unzip his pants, relieve the urge. As he is 'taking care of a matter', a feminime voice can be heard coming from next stall, the one that is already occupied when he entered the restroom. 

A pretty strange situation, but he decides to listen to the conversation. Just in case, he takes a quick looks over the stall and it is one of the bullies - the vain attention seeker - sitting on the toilet bowl while talking on a phone. Seeing the opportunity, he films and voice record her at the same time. 

"Hahaha! Can you believe it? They're such an idiot. Who they think they are? So funny." She laughs so hard even a single tear of joy coming out of her eyes. She enjoys making fun of whoever this is. 

"Ooh, you wanna know what Jessica just did today? She gave her boyfriend a b**wjob! What a whore, right?!" 

It's getting interesting.

"Oh, and that Casey thinks she's the most beautiful girl in the whole school. Acting so high. Such a bitch. Doesn't she knows that I, Brittany Barlowe, is the most beautiful and cute girl!? You agree, right? I know you do." She nods her head in joy, listening to the voice from the other side of the call agreeing with her. "They should be grateful for having such a goddess friend like me. Hmph!"

Blake off both recording. Flush the toilet and walk out of the restroom swiftly. Not before washing his hands. 

Fate is on my side today.

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The next day, Emily, the fragile and timid girl, comes to the school with a cute little band-aid on her left cheek, both her arms, and on her right knee. Her head is looking down on the floor out of habit. Standing in front of the class door, fear of what might happen begin to come from inside, but she needs to enter or else she will get a warning letter for trying to skip classes.

Taking a deep breath, she opens the door and walk in, but what happens next shock her. Upon hearing the door opens and seeing Emily, the three bullies scrambled toward her. Their faces are messy with makeup and tears. The images of the trio of fearsome and bitchy girls have complete gone. 

"E-Emily! Emily, I'm sorry! I-I'm so sorry! Please, forgive me! I beg you!" Jessica is on her knees under Emily, looking up on Emily with teary eyes. It looks like she has been crying for awhile. 

Casey shakingly walks toward Emily. Her face is a mess too, but her eyes are hopeful. Hoping Emily may forgive her. "E-Emily," Her voice is shaking. "You forgive me, r-right? A-about yesterday, i-it was just a harmless prank, hehe. I-it was just a prank..." Her legs can't move anymore. It is shaking so hard. 

The shocking scene that is happening to Emily can't be describe. It feels like the world has turned upside down. Such a commotion attracts so much attention from the whole school where every students in the building comes to see what is happening. Teachers are trying their best to control the situation. 

Emily's eyes land on the last bully. She doesn't come asking for forgiveness, instead talking on a phone. Arguing. She has been crying too. Her mascara are all over the place. 

"No, Daddy! You can't do this to me! I'm your daughter! I'll tell Mommy!" Looks like she is talking with her father but it does not doing good for her. 

"W-what?! What do you mean it's her idea!?" The call cut off. "Daddy? D-Daddy? Hello?" She looks at her screen over and over again. Her father just hang up on her. He hangs up on his daughter. Something he had never done before. It is the fact she could not accept. Then, she burst in tears and cry on the floor like a child. 

Jessica on her knees, begging for forgiveness. Casey standing there, unable to move, hoping for her forgiveness. And Brittany crying on the floor, her tears pool on the floor. Their eyes are red of tears. The same tears Emily shades in her bed last night before she fell asleep. 

Emily doesn't know how to process what just happens. It is something that would never happen in a million years, but it is happening and to her, even more shockingly. Gossips and talk among students spread to the whole school. They are talking about the things that have been shared over and over again on the group message among students. Teachers are trying to ease the situation and force students to go back to their classes. 

However, among the large group of students surrounded the area, one sits calmly in his seat, furthest corner of the classroom, looking out through the window, ignoring the commotion that is happening in his class. 

Entertainment for entertainment.