"Which class is Arden in?" I asked, keeping my voice level and my expression as innocent as a choir boy's.The teacher looked up from her desk, blinking at Leslie and me. She didn't see the adrenaline vibrating under our skin or the fact that Leslie looked like he was ready to bite someone’s throat out. She just saw two students looking for a friend."He's in Class 108," she said, her voice helpful and unsuspecting. "Are you his friends?"I felt a twitch at the corner of my mouth. "Hahah, yeah, something like that," I responded, flashed a sly smirk that went right over her head."Well, you better hurry, the break is starting," she added."Thanks. We'll be sure to give him a warm welcome," I muttered as we turned away.We didn't walk; we marched. The hallway felt like a blur as we reached the door labeled 108. I didn't hesitate. I gripped the handle, swung the door open, and stepped inside. The room was full. Dozens of heads turned toward us. The chatter died down instantly. All eyes w

As we finally reached Gestalt, our collective nerves were on edge, but we didn't hesitate. We pressed forward, determined to face the impending challenge. I took the lead and went into Gestalt alone, waiting for Arden and his friends to arrive. After a few anxious minutes, they appeared, and Arden wasted no time in demanding the money. "You got the money, fucker?" Arden sneered."Yeah... I GOT YOUR FUCKIN' MOM IN MY BED, BITCH!" I retorted, raising my middle finger with a nasty smirk. In that moment, Leslie and his friends launched a surprise attack from behind. Chaos ensued as the fight erupted, screams filling the air. Fear gripped me, but I was safe since I was only watching from the sidelines. The sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed, and after five intense minutes, only four men remained standing—I, Leslie, Arden, and his friend Monty. Arden!! You're going to fucking pay for stabbing me; it's still hurting me to this day!" Leslie screamed, grabbing my knife out of my hand

Finally, Friday arrived, and I eagerly contacted Leslie to inform him of the drug deal I had with Kurt. "Leslie, get your men ready and meet me at the train station at 2:00." "Sure," he replied. I began to prepare myself and went to the kitchen to tell my mother that I would be leaving. "When will you be back, honey?" she asked. "I'll be back in the evening," I said. With the clock ticking, I made my way to the kitchen to notify my mother of my imminent departure. "I'll be back in the evening, Mom," I assured her as she prepared dinner. While walking towards the train station, I unexpectedly encountered a distressed woman who swiftly collided with me, causing both of us to tumble to the ground."Please, help me! I'm being followed by a man!" she exclaimed, her trembling voice tugging at my empathy."What?! Come with me, lady," I said, standing up and grabbing her hand.She looked like an angel, and I wanted to help her. We ran to a nearby store, hiding ourselves from the stalk

I was at home, eating chips and watching TV, when it just hit me: I ruined a girl's life. A surge of guilt overwhelmed me, leaving me gasping for breath. "What have I done? I am a fucking monster!" I cried out, my voice echoing through the empty corridors of my conscience. The weight of guilt bore down upon me, threatening to crush my very soul.Without a moment's hesitation, I stumbled towards the bathroom, my legs weak and unsteady. Overwhelmed by the magnitude of my actions, I found myself doubled over the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably. Tears streamed down my face as the gravity of my evil doings settled deep within my being. Through the bathroom door, my mother's voice, laced with concern, pierced the air. "Bobby, what is the matter?" she called out, her worry evident. "Nothing, Mom," I managed to mutter, my voice choked with vomit. "Just a stomachache." From desperation and trying to escape my reality, I fled from my home and sprinted towards the gym. Mindlessly I carried

Hours later of talking with Arden, I paid for the food and bid farewell to him. Making my way back home, anticipation mingling with uncertainty. The daunting task of destroying the Kovalev family loomed large, yet an unshakable confidence coursed through my veins. I knew deep down that my plan would succeed. Arriving home, my parents noticed my frequent absences and questioned me about my whereabouts. "You've been out a lot lately. "Where do you keep disappearing to, dear?" my mother inquired, a hint of concern in her voice. "Mother, I've made some new friends, and we've been spending a lot of time together," I replied, taking off my shoes. To my surprise, instead of investigating further, my mother seemed delighted to hear about my newfound 'friends.' Ever since I was born, I never had friends to hang out with and trust, thus making my mother happy.After a pleasant dinner with my family, I retired to bed, preparing for the upcoming day at school. The morning arrived, and I wal