Part one
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"Inside every person you know, there's a person you don't know"
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Present time,
11th grade... High school.
"Yo Ansell! Ma bud!" Joe waves his hand from far away. He glares at him as Joe teleports himself besides him. Joe needs something... Joe never calls someone without swearing unless he has... at least an ulterior motive.
As Joe smacks his back, forming a big smile on his face, "What do you want?" He rolls his eyes, hoping it's not about copying homework or everything involved this damn school.
"Do you bring any spare shoes, eh?... Shoes got wet," Joe asks. As Ansell sees that he's wearing slippers with socks, he wheezes... Like, what the heck?!
"nope...sorry." His shoes got wet too. He's wearing his spare shoes, a.k.a the not so comfortable ones. Yesterday when they play basketball, there was a damn huge rain storm.
The bell rings before Ansell could tease him... "Welp, gotta go... Ask Will!" Ansell says, taking the bio book and slams his locker like he always does. Leaving Joe, worrying about his life, alone. They have a basketball training later on the day, and Joe doesn't even wear a shoe.
Ansell goes to his class and sits next to Blake. The class is like your usual class when the teacher hasn't come yet... Some are complaining about homeworks, some are talking about random things, and some are silent, cause they have no friends at all or just depressed, or maybe both. "B*tch~" Blake greets...
"Hey, b*tch... Joe's wearing slippers." He says.
Blake looks towards Ansell with eyes widen... his jaw almost drops. "Sh*t..." He wheezes and laughs, silently.
"I know. But, Will brings spare... So,..." Ansell says, shrugging.
"Will didn't, I met him... Joe's f*cked up," Blake said.
"Sh*t," Ansell mumbles, realizing that coach will get pissed. Like, who practices basketball without any shoes? And... It's unusual for Will to not bring spares. He has only 2 pairs then... and the first ones got wet. Well, Joe's gonna do extra 50 pushups, today... and maybe sit-ups or other torturing stuffs.
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"Okay, class! Today, we're going to do a group project. A group of 2. This project is going to be a collaboration of social and bio. You're going to make a 30 minute video about climate change that I already explained to you this month," The teacher, ms. Freeman says as she walks to the class, bringing a laptop...
The class, silenced immediately and shocked hearing the announcement. What's wrong with this teacher?! What a fun project to do, RiGHt?... and what a way to start the morning.
"The group will be decided by me. If you complain, I won't give you scores, and the deadline is next week," The (what Ansell calls) problem-giver teacher continues, as every soul on the class start to leave their bodies. 30 minutes video... in just a week?! Is that even possible? (Well it is possible if you just film some trash for 30 mins... But, you'll get an F).
Ms. Freeman begins to make the group... "Group one : Howard and garret."...
A few minutes later,
"Group ten : Blake and Ivana."... "Group eleven : Ansell and Sean Mitch," His eyes immediately widen. What... In the actual hell is going on? Blake laughs silently at Ansell who's still in shock.
One thing... Seanan Mitchellson is undeniably dumb. And Ansell has to pass all of the scores above B+, if not, he can't play on the basketball tournament. This Ms. 'problem-giver' Freeman, other than always giving hard projects (last time it was a 10 pages essay), now she's giving a hard teammate.
"Looks like someone's day is worse than Joe's." Blake teases. Ansell groans and rubs his ash blonde hair.
"Okay, class... Sit with your partners and work on the project." Ms. Freeman says.
Ansell lifelessly gestures Sean to come and take the seat beside him as Blake sits next to Ivana. Sean sits beside him and their 'situation' is very awkward. "Umm... What is this all about?" Sean blurps out asking...
"climate change." He balls his hands to make fists, wishing for someone to stab him. This is a nightmare. With Mitchellson? He'll be lucky if he gets a C... But, he needs B+. Better start thinking now...
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After a solid 5 minutes of silence and awkwardness,
"Hey... Do you have any... like plans? Cause I got one." Ansell asks, on a harsh tone. No answer. Sean's just looking towards the window beside him, staring at something.
"Hey," Ansell tries to get Sean's attention. But, Sean is too busy, too fascinated to be exact... By, whatever is outside and still doesn't know that he's also testing Ansell's patience.
"Hey! Mitch,"... no answer.
"Mitchelson?"... Sean doesn't even move a bit.
What the hell is with this kid?! Life is so wonderful..."Hey!" he raises his voice a little, but slamming the table very hard. (Oh don't worry)... nobody nOtICes~ just approximately half of the class silenced in shock hearing Ansell's table slam, but they're not surprised... because what else would you kinda expect from Sean.
Sean immediately looks towards Ansell with a startled face. "Yeah.. what is it?" Sean asks.
"Do you have any f*cking idea?" Ansell asks, glaring. This is just killing him slowly. Goodbye tournament... Months of training wasted on some video project.
"Umm... Umm... Erm... Not yet..?" Sean answers, raising Ansell's rage. Sean doesn't even look towards Ansell, his eyes are just going left and right and can't stay. What's wrong with this kid?!
"Well, I got one." Ansell says, harshly. "Listen... Here's my plan... So, I'm thinking that it'll be like..."
Sean tries to focus, but he's too curious about the squirrel, he can't help it. That poor little squirrel... where's his family? Is it a he or she? Wait... What if the squirrel comes down again and got hit by a car, then dies and goes to the everlasting... nothing? That'll be horrible. What if the squirrel is now on the window?
Then, he sees Ansell's pen drops (somehow) and damn... that pen is expensive. Will the ink still comes out? His mind is full of these random, unimportant but fascinating things. He points at the pen and looks at Ansell. Ansell stops explaining and grabs the pen... Then back to explaining. "Then, there'll be like wars from any wars for a few seconds... just for like a sequel to the next part," Ansell explains... Sean doesn't understand a single word now...Like, what is he talking about?
But, speaking of wars, Sean remembers about the game about strategies that he played yesterday till morning. He didn't sleep because of it, but it's all worth it because he's now on level 10. It was a really fun game. He knows he must focus, but he just can't. "You get it, eh?" Ansell says, ending his explanation.
Sean just goes blank. "Umm... I'm sorry... no..." Sean answers, honestly.
Ansell's blue eyes widen in rage... He clenches his fist. That is the last straw for him. "Why do I even care about this... f*cking sh*t," he mumbles, loud enough for Sean to hear. He starts to work on the bio homework, regretting on wasting time to even think about the project and realizing how stupid he was. He can just ask someone else to make the video for him a.k.a cheating.
Sean feels like a loser. He sighs... He can't focus for the billionth time and has annoyed people for the millionth time. His mind is like a TV with 30 different channels and it just keeps switching and he can't control it. Like, he doesn't have any power to control over his mind, like there are 2 different persons on the inside. The mind and... his soul...
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After school,
Ansell meets his squad on the field and immediately complains about his group project. "you're teaming up with Seanan Mitch?! That kid's a sh*t!... you're f*cked up, man..." Fernandez spats, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as he laughs.
"I know..." Ansell groans...
"Why don't you cheat?" Joe says, still munching his fries.
"I did think about that sh*t... but, I just realized I can't" Ansell answers. It's making a video, how can you cheat? You can't just hack and steal somebody's video... Although that's a good idea, but, where's your conscience?... and simply asking somebody to make it for you, impossible...
"I don't think I can pass this thing." He starts to surrender. "F*cking Sean..." He groans.
"Hey... ask Alisha for help. She's smart." Will advices.
"I asked... and Danny" Ansell says... "they said no, as always..."
"Ask Lorraine, she never said no to you..." Blake suggests jokingly, coming back from the toilet.
"Anyone but Lorraine," Ansell looks towards Blake with a little sarcasm. He wouldn't want to see Lorraine or even get close to her by a mile, because of some few reasons. Besides there are still others who're a more 'pro' in making videos.
"hey! Stop talking and start running 20 laps!" coach Finn yells, blowing the annoying whistle. They immediately run around the field. "Joe, where are your shoes?!" Finn yells again, asking in an angry tone...
"got wet, coach...!" Joe replies while running. It's harder than he thought, running with bare foot on a slippery, quite dirty wooded floor, it sucks. But, hey... at least he can run faster and with less torture than with slippers.
"100 push ups for you!" Finn shouts.
Meanwhile,
Sean walks towards his home as he smokes his last cigarette. The sky's the usual color. He hears cars and motorcycles pass him. It's bustling like usual, but the traffic's still okay, not too terrible.
He rubs his black hair in stress...Why am I always like this? What's wrong with me? Those questions keep repeating over and over as he remembers every time he's been a sh*t, today, especially, the time with Ansell. He should never mess with Ansell.
Smoke comes out from his mouth. At least he's lucky to not get beaten up/ bullied like Cody (who's what people call 'a weakling'), because his power is quite strong. But, that doesn't change/ run away from the fact that he's still a sh*t.
"You shouldn't be smoking, kid..." A homeless man advices with a raspy voice, the man's holding a plastic glass with a dollar inside, and there's a cardboard beside him with the words 'cold, hungry' on it. The man can't walk like normal, he has only one leg.
Sean looks down towards the poor man and gives him his pocket money. He didn't eat lunch, like usual.
"I just smoke once a day... or maybe twice," He says.
"Thank you, kid," The man says. "But, still, this is for your own good... stop smoking. My uncle died of cancer... he's addicted to smoking," Sean just smiles sourly, bows slightly, and leaves the man.
He started smoking last year. He couldn't cope with his stress/ depression alone, so... Nicotine always helped him to escape or to be happy, for a while at least.
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Those who sow in tears shall reap in joy
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