Like a Hyacinth flower... (3)

I remember when I started paying attention to my friend, I realized that like me, he wasn't the type to have many friends. Which was actually quite strange, unlike me, he seemed like the type that if he wanted to, he could talk to anyone without any problems.

Also, his blond hair and blue eyes, his friendly and fun personality made me wonder why he was as lonely as I was.

I also noticed some strange habits while making friends with him. He was always late, which was strange to say the least since he didn't live far away, sometimes he seemed to have a hard time concentrating on classes and exams, and as I said before, he's very kind and lively, but when I noticed his lack of concentration and warned him, sometimes he was rude.

But to be honest, everyone has another bad day, so I guess it's no big deal.

Even though he didn't have any friends, he was very popular with the girls. I remember he always had his locker full of love letters from girls in his class or other classes, but despite that, he never showed much interest. Whenever I asked why he wasn't interested, he always said he didn't have time for it.

There was a day when I even thought about asking him if he was interested in boys, but then I remembered the erotic magazines with beautiful girls that he sometimes brought for me to see (on second thought, where the hell did he get these magazines from? He only had 8 years ) .

Anyway, he was always a very cheerful person throughout our friendship. I don't think I've ever seen that sad boy or anything like that, he's that kind of person that being around him, it's impossible to be sad or upset.
Returning to the girls thing, I noticed that over time, he managed to be famous even with the boys, but not in a positive way...

Even not accepting any request for a date or showing interest in a girl, it seemed that over time, the boys in the class began to envy him. This increased, especially when some of the popular girls started to show interest in my friend.

The more time passed, the more my friend was tormented by the boys in the class. Whether having your wallet crossed out with words...not cool, or having your closet clogged with trash and it was getting to the point of physical violence.But even with all this going on, he was still going strong. Even so, I started to help him, with that for a while, I managed to protect him.

However, it didn't take long for the boys in the class to notice my intrusion. I knew it wouldn't take long for them to come after me, but as that school was strict with aggression within the school environment, I just had to worry about leaving.

So I started, along with my friend, to go to school and return home by alternative routes. But over time, I started to notice that the boys didn't bother to follow us and stopped harassing my friend.So, as time passed, I thought that was the past. This is something I didn't expect to happen...

One day when my friend needed to leave early for some reason. I was already getting ready to leave when 6 or 7 of my classmates stood around me. Despite everything that had happened to my friend, at that moment, I didn't know what those guys wanted.

Uncomfortable, with that situation, as usual I didn't say a word and even tried to pretend they weren't even there.As I passed among them, I soon felt a hand on my right arm. I felt a chill and started to sweat, I had never been through a situation like that, even why, I always avoided fights or discussions precisely because I knew I wouldn't know how to behave in that situation.

I didn't even have to open my mouth. When I turned around, they already had a smile on their faces, and it didn't start long for them to start talking about what they wanted.They said, that they already knew about our friendship between me and my friend, they said that anytime they wanted they could go after him, but as they didn't want to get in trouble with the teachers, they wanted to give me an alternative.


Their proposal was simple. If I took my friend's necklace, and put an end to it, I could start "walking" with them, besides, they could even introduce me to some girl for me.Honestly, the girl thing at the time was the least of it (when you're a kid you don't care much about it), but being one of the popular group was extremely attractive. I could finally come and go without worrying about bullying, no longer having to go home alone or spend my birthday without friends.

Also, it had been a while since my friend started not treating me as well as he used to. He was getting more and more rude to me and being totally unsympathetic, he wouldn't come home with me anymore, and when I asked why, he said it was none of my business (when he wasn't ignoring me).

About that necklace these boys mentioned, I noticed it too. He had been wearing it for about a week, it was one of those pendants with pictures, I found this out when I saw him opening it once, but I couldn't see who was in the picture. What was really weird is that I remember my friend mentioning that he didn't like to wear accessories, but I don't know, maybe he changed his mind.


But despite everything, he was my friend, and I had a lot of affection for him. When I was alone it was he who came to me, when no one else did.But I didn't have time to think about it. My classmates were pressing me to make my decision urgently.


So I made my decision...

A week later, in the last class of the day, the teacher of our class called the attention of the class to an important notice. He said that a belonging of one of our classmates was missing and that a person in our class was the prime suspect.As soon as he finished saying that, my friend, who by the way, had already been absent all week, entered the class. He looked awful, looked weak and his eyes were full of dark circles. He was very bad. The teacher soon spoke again, and said that the stolen item had been a necklace and that it had been stolen from my friend a week ago.

Then the teacher asked my friend to point out who had stolen it. He walked through the class, to the back, stood in front of me and pointed at me.

Everyone was looking at me, obviously I started to deny it saying that it didn't make any sense. I said it made no sense for me to want to steal a ridiculous necklace like that, and I remember well that when I said that, my friend clenched his fists and looked at me with a look of hate that I thought I would never see in him.

I'm sure he just didn't punch me there, because of school rules. Despite all that, I tried to keep my cool, because I knew he didn't have any proof.But he had proof, I just didn't know. He said I was the only one who knew where he hid the necklace. Yes, I really did, it was on page 65 of the science book that sat on the underside of his desk.

The nervousness started, my hands started to sweat and I stuttered. Then he said that someone could have seen it by mistake while he was keeping it or that he could have just lost it or kept it somewhere else.But it wasn't worth making excuses, one of the boys who came to talk to me the other day said that I had tried to force him to hide the necklace. When he said that, all the other boys that same day said the same thing.


I tried to say that it was all a lie from them and that I was actually the victim of it all.But then a girl raised her hand and said that she actually saw me while she was passing in the hallway talking about hiding something and after her, another girl even said, that she saw me burying something with my hands in the ground behind the school.


There was no escape for me.

The teacher along with my friend went with me to the place where I dug up the necklace.


The teacher in addition to a huge scolding, made me apologize to my friend and all my classmates for stealing and lying. I also took a warning about my behavior where my mother was notified.My friend seems relieved to have his necklace back, and together with the professor he left.

After that day, my school days became hell. Every day I was treated like real trash, either by the boys who sincerely already hated me, or by the girls, who started to hate me for what I had done to my friend. So verbal and even physical aggression became part of my daily life whether inside or outside school. And well, why would anyone believe a liar isn't...

Like it or not, against what I always thought, I was forced to isolate myself even more. What a beautiful childhood isn't it?!

Each day, I began to change my personality more and more, hating those who tormented me day after day.Is my friend ?! Well, he started hanging out with the popular kids (the same ones who tormented him). Maybe these guys saw my friend as the perfect opportunity to get closer to the girls or whatever.

I remember that one day, I even tried to talk to him, it was right around the time he started hanging out with the "popular". They looked like they were going to the arcade or something, after calling him, he even asked his friends to go ahead.

I thought he would hear me, but before I could even open my mouth, he punched me in the face and I fell to the floor. When I forced myself to look up, I heard it loud and clear from my friend with a sneer: "Don't think we're friends, you trash!"

After that he left without even looking back.

Everything you do in life has a price, if you do good things, you get good things, in the same way, if you do bad things, you get bad things. Everything I gained was just a result of what I did, so I don't blame him, but these days, I hate him.

But if a small part of my childhood was happy, it was certainly because of him, then it would be unfair for me not to thank him even a little.

Thank you Ike Nagasaki .

The first six chapters are tales of the protagonist's past history. (3/6)