"thank you."

My mind has been… chaotic.

How come?

Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Was it primary school? Yeah, primary school. Enrolled in… I don't even remember what year I enrolled into.

Doesn't matter.

Forget.

Does it matter?

No.

Forg-

I was alright for the first four years, though. I made some friends, got close with teachers, received praise. Never really punished or anything.

Is this my punishment?

No.

No.

No…

No…?

Maybe.

can you not?

Sometime during my fourth year, my class actually celebrated my birthday. It… wasn't anything special, or unique, or… you get my point. skim the details, yeah? My teacher gave me gifts. I… wasn't sure what I got on that day. pencilcase? and something else. They began to sing.

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to ████!

Happy birthday to you!

Applause. The applause doesn't stop. Doesn't stop doesn't stop doesn't stop doesn't stop. The class leaves. The teacher spits at me and scoffs.

woah, woah, hey, slow down there, fella.

They're here.

Here to ruin my life.

No.

Hide.


it'll be fine.

"Hey,

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