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We are at the end of Chuya's second grade.
The year was honestly a complete shit for him.
But he is passing his last breakwith his friends, a group that they call “The Flags”, they knew each other only three or two years ago, but the friendship is enough strong.
Since this, her mother is talking with Chuya´s coordinator.
-We know that Chuya has been in this school since he was 5, but I believe that the best for him is to be transferred. We have thought about this and the principal has already written a letter of recommendation to Kodai.”
-Why do you think that?-
-Well he has been in a lot of troubles as you know,we know that he is a great student specially at languages, but there are a lot of things hapening to him.
-But he like is trying hard to umplog his grades.-
-I didn't say he wasn´t, but since he was little he had problems to talk to the people of his age, now he has friends, but all are going to graduate, and he isn´t really comfortable in his group, we have talked about it, and a new start might be the best for him.
- I will considerate it-
And she left the office.
-For our liberty and not to be in this hell anymore- (They toast with grape juice)
-I'm really going to miss you all” Chuya
-We know, but if we don´t meet twice a month I'm going to strangulate you” said Albatross
-Sure,sure-
They kept talking for a while, remembering the best and worst moments together, talking about their future plans, laughing, and also tears were dropped, principally about the nostalgia of the moment.
And then the belt sounds.
It's the end, Chuya knows it, and the silence after that it's what actually hurts, he can say all is going to be the same,but he didn't believe it, it´s not like he isn't going to see them ever again, but it´s going to be different, Albatross isn´t going to be there each break to tell bad jokes that last ten minutes for the worse auction ever, Lipman and Iceman aren't going to ask one hundred times what is wrong because he acted a little different that day, Pianoman isn't going to insist about eat something even he isn't hungry, and there are a lot of more little things that look unimportant, but don't have it makes him sick.
The way to his house it's full of nostalgia.
It's not like he wants to pass another day more than necessary in the school, the breaks with his friends were the best part of it, but the other 6-7 hours he had to spend 5 days a week for the whole year where a martyrdom and he prefers to be hit by the nostalgia than be one second more in that hell-
He doesn't hate the classes,he likes them, if nobody talks to him and he can put attention in his work, that might be great.
But no, he had to support the passive aggressive comments of his classmates, trying to insult him about everything, his style, his personality, his grades,his body, it looks like everything he had done made him the worst person in the world.
Their hypocrisy makes him sick.
And the times he responded to them with an insult or even a punch , and they acted like it was an innocent joke, or he was overreacting, giving them more arguments to annoy him.
It just was intolerable.
At the end of the day he is really tired, not in a physical form, it´s more in a mental one, , for that moment all he can do is hope that all is solved at the end of the year, and laying on bed trying to sleep, and just maybe never wake up again.