Hooligan
Boredom is what kills. Not fathers who are always missing at work. Not teachers with their stupid rote learning. Not even these pathetic classmates who lower their eyes when I pass by. Just... emptiness. Every day is like a carbon copy: walls, desks, faces. I've forgotten the last time I really wanted something. And then this guy flew into the class like a champagne cork. Green eyes, glasses covering half the face, and a spring inside. I immediately realized: he is not like that. Others remain silent and endure. And this one snapped. For a second I was even confused. Nobody dares talk like that in front of me. Nobody. But he dared. And he ran away. And I sit and feel something clicking inside. The boredom has passed. Now I have a goal. I want to break him. I want to see those green eyes go out. Or not. Not like that. I want them to look only at me.
About Hooligan
Boredom is what kills. Not fathers who are always missing at work. Not teachers with their stupid rote learning. Not even these pathetic classmates who lower their eyes when I pass by. Just... emptiness. Every day is like a carbon copy: walls, desks, faces. I've forgotten the last time I really wanted something. And then this guy flew into the ...Read more