It was Monday today, A school day for Ron, yet despite that, he was already on his way toward the train station. He was in a grumpy mood replaying the previous occurrences. He was at school, just minding his own business. He was by no means a social outcast, Loser or anti-social, or anything. The guy just kept to themself, and why wouldn't he? He was there to learn, not to make friends. It's not like he would see any of them after school, so why bother being overly social with you're school friends?
While he minded his own business, a pencil suddenly flew towards his head. Since he knew the guy throwing it was a troublemaker, he returned the pencil, clearly stating that he didn't want it to happen again or that he would keep the pencil. So, When the pencil was once again thrown to his head, he kept it. The average bully wanted his pencil back, But Ron simply refused, resulting in more childish behaviors from people that are young adults. It was something as simple and childish as that which resulted in a fight. Who would've guessed?
' It isn't that bad, At least I got out earlier without to much of a warning. It'd shoot the place up if I got kicked out for simple self-defense. '
He softly chuckled at his absurd thoughts, As if he would actually do something like that. Of course, thinking and doing it are two different things, and one usually thinks more simplistic about matters that aren't going to happen anyway.
It's not like he felt he was unable to. He simply didn't care enough to make so many people's live difficult by doing something so ridiculous if push came to shove, he would search them up privately rather than doing something like that. Not that you really, really can get away with murder in this day and age; you'll at least be suspected, and normally unless you have a shit ton of connections, you're found out sooner or later. Either way, It didn't matter. He was just going to enjoy his earlier release from school and enjoy reading some novels.
He occasionally interrupted his novel to watch out for traffic and other such things. He didn't intend to be greeted by Truck-kun or any of his cousins. He simply made his way toward the train station, Stepped on his train, and enjoyed his novel. Occasionally taking a break and playing a quick game of ClashRaya, but in the end, he always returned to his novel. That was the simple pleasure of life, Novels, Occasional games, and doing something with friends every now and then. Oh, And work and school, naturally, That's simply part of life and shouldn't be neglected same goes for the gym.
Today was just like every other Monday in which he simply enjoyed himself with his phone on the way back home. Yet things simply didn't go that way. He got interrupted by a scream. Standing up to look at what was happening, a loud explosion suddenly went off, followed by what he could only imagine was gunfire. He felt something shoot down into his abandum, and before he could even scream out in pain, Or curse his lungs out, the train suddenly hit the emergency break. His head swung against a metal railing, instantly making everything fuzzy and blurry. As if that wasn't enough, the panicked crowd made its way over him in quite the literal sense, Trampling him to get to the exit. Gun sounds continued resounding while people trampled over him, Yet it didn't hurt as much as he'd imagined. He was simply tired yet strangely peaceful as he continued bleeding.
Everything eventually went black as another foot sole hit his head, Knocking him unconscious.