"Happy birthday!!" The family shouted in unison when Miro got home. Mateo arrived right on time behind him and the atmosphere was awfully good in the room.
Mateo: "Look what I got you" he repeated twice in a childlike manner before shoving the gift wrapped up box into Miro's hand "Did you buy something nice to eat? you seriously didn't think that was all you're did you?"
Mateo looked for Miro's reaction, imagining a surprised look on his face, instead Miro lurched toward Mateo and collided into his arms. Mateo let out a surprised chuckle, instantly reciprocating the hug.
Mateo: "Whoa, now! Easy, buddy… Miro?.. "
Mateo's giddy demeanor instantly switched up to concern as soon as he felt the once smooth fabric of his shirt dampen and cling to his skin.
Mateo: "Are you crying?! why are you crying? do you dislike my present?? what happened?!"
Miro, unable to answer his older brothers million questions, just repeated the same words as he wailed: "I'm sorry! I'm so.. soo sorryy.."
Their parents quickly surrounded the two, trying to comfort Miro with sweet words and "its okay"s whereas Mateo just stared at Miro in shock. His mind would be searching for all the reasons Miro was crying like, it would have been if it wouldn't have gone completely blank from the sight of Miro's state.
—
On the next school day of the week Boon was absent, due to his fever and Boor was coming late again. This time Boor didn't have time to kick the tram and stumbled on his feet trying to get to class before the teacher did. Suddenly he sees his teacher leave the elevator - exclusively for teachers - which was much closer to the class than he was. Boor juiced out his last energy by sprinting towards the class.
He needed to step into class first.
The teacher immediately realized what Boor was running for and stubbornly started running too.
Unexpectedly Boor was competing with his teacher about who gets into class first, he put his body and soul into running so fast that even his hairs wouldn't be able to catch up with him but his efforts were simply in vain as his teacher was in better shape than Boor in five years.
"Boor Kofi, to the secretary, 10 minutes late."
"What?! but-"
"Don't - discuss with me"
"You're as late as I am.. feeling so high and mighty.. taking his crappy mood out on me.."
Boor grumbled beneath his breath, forgetting the teacher that could clearly hear him.
Teacher: "What was that?! If you don't apologize within the next ten seconds you're gonna go down straight to the principals office, do you hear me?!"
Boor: "sorry!" he yelled in panic, causing his classmates to laugh
Teacher: "Oh so you think its a joke huh?"
Boor: "What?! No!-"
Teacher: "Boor Kofi; To the secretary AND principal"
—
Principal: "you know, Boor?"
He began talking as pressed some buttons on the coffee machine
"You visit me so often I'm starting to think we're friends"
The smell of coffee reached Boor's nose, he turned around to see the principal approach with not one but two cups of coffee.
"Friends? Don't be ridiculous" He said as he took one of the cups from the principals hands. The principal then sat down next to him and sipped his warm drink.
Principal: "See? Normally i wouldn't let a student talk to me like that but with you its like I'm used to it"
Boor: "I think you're just very old and that's why you're lonely"
Principal: "Or maybe we are becoming friends, do you have a problem with that?"
Boor: "Well yeah."
Principal: "I assumed you would and I think you just have a problem towards any positive changes"
Boor groaned "Why should I have a problem with something good happening to me?!"
Principal: "I don't know. It just feels like you can't accept it… That's why I prepared a paper for you"
'Whats a positive change I'm looking forward to/ wish for?'
Boor: "…."
"...."
He drank from his cup, thinking of an answer.
He hated papers like these; A million thoughts would run through his head but would leave him with a blank paper.
A blank paper, demanding a coherent sentence out of a tangled mess in Boor's head.
Soon his coffee cup was empty and there were still no words on that damned paper…
Boor sighed and picked up a ballpoint pen.
—
Boor got out of the principals office around 8:30 with the paper he got from the secretary for being late. He stepped on the stairs, walking up to the second floor. He didn't want to come late for the second lesson too but before he got to his class, someone grabbed him by the hair and shoved him against the wall. He couldn't turn around to see who it was neither could he release himself from the strong guys grip.
"Eshh, really…"
It was a familiar voice
"Do people really bully children? Its a bit hard to believe"
Boor: "Oh."
Yes. Indeed 'Oh' because there Boor realized that Mateo had found out but not only had Mateo found out but he was currently right behind Boor, pushing him further against the wall. "Ugh!" his paper dropped to the floor and he tried to resist, flailing and looking as pathetic as ever.
Mateo: "Look, i don't have time for another idiot like you right now but that doesn't mean I'm letting it slide"
He explained as he made sure to inflict some pain as he did, twisting Boor's wrists.
"Be grateful I'm making time for you even in my busy schedule. So tell me, when does your school end tomorrow?"
Boor: "How should I know? Do I look like someone who memorizes that st-"
Mateo's nails dug into Boor's wrists.
Boor winced in pain.
'Is it going to bruise?'
"Tell me. Now."
"After.. After the sixth lesson!"
What a liar.
Mateo hummed in satisfaction and released Boor, making Boor sink to the ground.
"See you after school then."
He said and turned around before adding "And trust me when I say: Trying to run home won't work and i will make sure of that"
Boor was still on the floor, rubbing his wrists. He could hear the echo of Mateo's steps when he walked downstairs. He finally let out a breath and realized that he lost the paper for coming late as well.
—
The principal stretched his arms after finishing some tasks around the office and on his laptop and got up. He saw the not - blank paper on the table.
Principal: "Hm? He wrote something? That's a first…"
he mumbled as he lifted it up.
Name: Boor
'Whats a positive change I'm looking forward to/ wish for?'
Not getting into trouble