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i said that i will try to do some scripts. here's one.
Looking at the blue sky, Gregory heaved a sigh of relief. "i finally got away from my screwed up teacher." As the sun gleamed on his face, his mind reshuffled with the images of the events that occured earlier.
he was looking at his maths test paper that was given out a minute ago. just as expected, he had gotten 30 marks out of 100. swirling his pencil, he started drawing on the back of the paper. he thought: i have always hated maths, why does the school bother to give us exams anyway; such a dumb school! i dont even get a single thing that Mr Harid, our maths teacher, says. this is super crap. i just wished someone would come and release me from this world. what's the point of school when there isn' t any hope?!
Gregory was so busy drawing that he didn't even notice Mr Harid approaching towards his desk. Mr Harid was infamous for teaching maths. he was even awarded the "Devil" label by the students because of his poor interaction and teaching skills. any student that got scolded by him would end up in the principal's office because either the student would complain to the principal about him or the student would end up fighting with Mr Harid. the unfortunate one today has to be Gregory.
Mr Harid exclaimed, " why in the world are you drawing on your maths paper! what is this drawing anyway! it looks simply like a pile of crap. erase it immediately and i want to see your parents signature the next day!" he turned his back and waltzed down the row back to the teacher's desk.
Gregory lifted his head and thought to himself: this stupid teacher again. why does he always rant at others just because he feels like it. this is really lame. i think i should just be sick tomorrow and not come school.
he looked at his drawing and mumbled softly, "furthermore, it is not up to you to criticise about my drawing, dumbass." he slouched his body and went on drawing.
Mr Harid sat down on the teacher's chair, ssmiling to himself. he scanned across the class, all students were busily fumbling through their exam papers and comparing who had a better score in this exam paper. the only boy who wasn't doing it was Gregory, and he was still drawing on his paper. his blood boiled. he shouted across the whole class," GREGORY! i told you to erase it didn't i? now come over here and give me the paper with the crappy drawing right now! and i mean it. NOW!"
the whole class went totally silent as if there was no one in the class, all looking at Gregory. Gregory slowly stood up and said, " GO TO HELL!" soon after, he stormed out of the classroom, banging the door behind him. just when he his mind went clear, he was already dashing across the school corridor, up to the usual place that he would cool his head off- the rooftop. the sky is always so vast and so big, yet cooped up in this crappy school, he thought. as he reached the rooftop, he heard Mr Harid voice behind him, screaming over the corridor, "GREGORY! GET BACK HERE THIS MOMENT!"
As Gregory walked to his favorite spot on the rooftop, behind the roof access, not realising Miss Lina, the arts teacher, was also at the rooftop. Gregory felt so heated up that he did not notice Miss Lina standing at the corner of the rooftop, looking at the person who swung the door opened so widely- Gregory. he lie on the floor with the shelter blocking the irritating sunlight that seemed to be a partner of Mr Harid. then, he heaved a sigh of relief, not to only later hear footsteps approaching him...
1:20 PM
