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"What are you doing here?" he asked nervously. I stood stare at him for a blank second. "So you're the sick boy?" I asked him. I began to go around his room, being nosy. His room would be the messiest place so far in his house. I look around his room, I can see some old posters on his wall, then I decided to sat on the edge of his bed. He was still staring at me. "What you're looking at?" I get snappy with the sick boy. He blinked a bit and said "Err… nothing." His faces were covered with bruises, I ran my finger on the bruises on his face as I sat closer to him. I feel that his body is warm. He caught my hand and pushed it away. "Sorry

"What happened to you?" shriek my mother as I stepped inside the house. I try to look away and act cool "Nothing. Small matter…" I mumble and hurriedly went upstairs. I know that she'll ask me again later but I don't feel like giving any explanation to her right now. I flung my messenger bag on the floor near my desk and throw myself on the bed. I took out my phone from my pocket. One text message from Gustav, I guess he has an explanation for not showing up today. Gustav has been my best friend since primary school. He is chubby-blond-haired boy with thick rim spectacle. He doesn't say much often, more like all quiet when he's with so

The morning fog can still be seen on the mountain on the way to school. The distance between my home and the school is pretty far, the journey  lasted 15 minutes with a top speed of my Audi R8. Seriously, I'm a bit of a reckless driver but I can handle it alright. The earphones are fit tightly on my ear and all I can hear is the sound of music from the earphones, I'm listening to 'American Idiot' by Green Day, it's my all time favourite song. I had my hair down today with grey beanie to match the colour of my grey sweater vest underneath my black blazer. It's already eight-fourty-five in the morning, I'm fifteen minutes late but I do take m