Human? Thinking? I don’t care! Not for me a thrifty principle. Study is not something that I find fun, thinking is the only way I take it by force. Making money, one of the activities that I enjoy is a fact. But I've had bad days. Just like a tourist boat owner. They designed the interior very beau et très charmant. The food they serve can even turn herbivores into omnivores. Their service is no joke, like nurturing nobles in a large and magnificent room. A bad day, a day without customers, was enough to confuse them. What if it goes on for a month? The monthly bill is not something to be underestimated. Well, if you think about it, it's quite sad.
That's why I was forced to think. At least when asked to choose without consequences, sleep is the most appropriate choice. Calm, comfortable, without the need for arrogance, and dreams. It's not something I make jokes about, but falling asleep in a state of mind are the things that disturb my nights. Well it might not be that serious, but have you ever thought about the simplest of things? Something that when visualized is the basis of all forms. One may often miss, but not for writers. A point. Meaningless deep, unreadable, and at an end. At least have a role.
But I think a point, not only important for a writer. Just as atoms come and bind together into molecules. But according to one artist that a point that sticks together, elongates, they change appearance. A line.
See? I think it's true that just thinking about it quickly bores people, I'm just too lazy to think about it. But the line huh? it's just a simple thing. Not complicated and not enough to bother me just thinking about it. But, let's just talk about the simple things, beyond the bounds of bounds. I can't talk about it. Just bend the line.
What do you believe about the line? Take me for example, it's pretty easy. Lines are boundaries that can and cannot be crossed. My school, not a dream place for the Yorkshire area, held a running festival together with other schools. Not specifically British culture, but I'm sure it's found on other continents too. The gameplay is simple, as if they run together, but in the end they are limited by rank. Number one gets a unique bike. Well, of course it's not interesting when it's just common bike. At least I'm not alone, we are to be exact.
“A rank two reward? That's bullshit. Not good, not interesting, and only one can enjoy it. Definitely no match for an eight-pedal bike!” Said the tallest man among us and as if acting as a gang leader. His voice was a bit harsh to the same stubborn girl.
“B-but this is TV, Roddy! At least this is better than staying in room?”
“Well, really…. But about the distribution?” asked the geeky girl with neatly cut hair, she tugged lightly on her friend's clothes.
"Don't worry! This Miss Verdamant is a wise and fair sharer!” she added confidently in her laughter. "Ahohohoho!"
My eyes glanced the other way.
"Meh...," I added to my inner voice and choose to didn't say it straight away,. ‘Not far from drama in the morning, fashion in the afternoon, and back to drama for the night. Right, preferably not number two.'
I know I'm a gentle man, at least I can confirm by direct contrast after my friend chimed in.
"Ah! Verdamant for drama in the morning and evening. Afternoon fashion show! When it's another turn, there must be a reason. You know the meaning of Monopoly, right?”
I wanted to shut the man's mouth, but it was too late. Instead my hand slapped my forehead with regret.
He was actually a nice guy, but when he was strong willed, his words were like arrows covered in five nanograms of neurotoxin. Please downgrade a bit and forgive him, Verdamant! You're a good woman, right? I said in my heart.
The tone of the woman who looked like a rich man rose. Her face was dark red with anger.
“W-what did you say!?”
They argued. Meanwhile Pebble stopped Verdamant who was about to slap the man.
Such is the line you can't tread, the line you can't cross. At least you can learn from me to be a gentle man, traitement spécial pour les femmes (special treatment for women).
Suddenly someone joined in.
"But yeah, I guess the third prize isn't bad."
If she looks in the mirror, then Pebble is her reflection and looks more geeky. At least not with glasses and shoulder length pigtails. Sonia is an insightful and cultured looking girl. At least she is a girl of taste and favorite of all classes. Her friendliness, speed and accuracy thought even I would agree that she was the class president. Her appearance was almost like Verdamant who seemed like a rich but talkative, but she was more towards the charismatic crown princess.
"Huh? Tools for baking? Serious?" said my friend who was still sticking with the first prize.
The smart-looking girl spoke again.
“There is nothing better than tools for making food. What if it's eaten by a lot of people?"
"Well, if Sonia said that's true too," said Verdamant, who suddenly agreed.
"Eh!? Isn't that the same as I told you before?" said Pebble, smacking Verdamant a little.
Even the female version of Roddy complied. Such is the image of Sonia. What? You really want to know what I think of her? Well, for example like this. If you go to the supermarket at certain times, looking for meat at a discount, of course you will not find A5 quality. That's Sonia, a girl who is not easy to find and very valuable, to one class, my friends, or people in white uniforms.
"How about you, Mark?" Sonia asked me.
Her face is bright, her hair is golden brown straight to her shoulders. It looks like a sunflower in people's eyes, but not to me.
"Not bad. Well, I annulled the second prize. At least it's not like we often receive good food every day. After all, the paper is roasted to ashes. I doubt if the ashes taste good.”
"Exactly! Everything here is so sad. I think this place is pretty damned even in the city. The food is no better than prison. No entertainment. It's just like a disease eating away at our hopes."
Roddy's words just now made everyone feel despair. Although I have to admit it is difficult, Widehope School, the environment and its surroundings, do not really give hope. The building is magnificent, like a private school with high expectations. But when you're inside, it's just like a cat in a cage. The difference is that if a disobedient cat still looks cute, here you look disgusting and merciless. Discarded? Not in accordance with human norms? Who cares? That's the question being asked, but what answer would you expect when funding alone from scientists is suspicious. Many slogans say 'Throw the trash in its place' that's how I feel about this place. A legal place, where you can throw disgrace, in the name of justice.
“S-stop it Roddy! You're just making the others sad! It's not that bad, we just need to adapt! That's why we work together. One for all! Not all for one! Right?"
Sonia threw a question that was a little hopeful. Her words were closer to a real leader than a gang leader.
Roddy just looked away.
“Th-that's right. We are not discarded. We're just not ripe! Right?" Pebble said her eyes glazed over at me.
My gaze is somewhat pitying, but specifically on this geeky girl. At least she was still a girl, and not a man.
"There's nothing scarier than the mermaid's Cage D'âme."
"But it's not the same, is it?" She said a little whining.
Actually I'm still not too sure, but my real man attitude is on a line of respect for everything about women.
"I've never been so sure, Pebble."
Having said that, I feel like I hate Yorkshire even more.
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