Subject 001: As Expected this is a Bad Prologue

I hate this.

I really hate him so much that I wanted to get out of here.

This could be considered a bad prologue.

Empty words had been uttered by the other students during class hours. The students showed that expression of happiness on their faces just being friendly, popular, going to parties, celebrating their youth as if nothing else mattered.

I sighed deeply as I took the seat farthest from the classroom. Too cliché, but I am not the character of some light novel where the protagonist is popular with the others. Instead I can say that I am the antagonist.

Yes, that's how I would define myself.

The antagonist who tries by all means screw up the lives of others.

But I was too tired to try to dominate the world or at least my city.

Since I am a student after all.

Without saying a word I headed in total and absolute calm to that corner, that place that allows me to be seated. To my right there was an empty seat and in front of me was a girl talking about something that is not worth to tell it.

But I was getting off the point.

I took out a sheet and placed it on the desk.

I looked it with utmost care and false determination. This work was really necessary if you want to approve this class.

That woman, she is doing it again.

And this is what brings us to this particular moment. After writing for more than an hour and after the bell set the time for rest I was called by the teacher.

I entered with a lot of cynicism towards the teachers' room and showed myself before a face that indicated that something was wrong with my writing.

I said nothing.

I don't greet her.

Nor did I make any expression of fear or insecurity.

Because I am sure that what is written on that piece of paper, is correct.

I hate this.

"...I'm here."

She tilted her head a little as if the words I had uttered were nothing but false delusions from the sick mind of some writer of some mystery novel.

I really hate the silences and even more when the interlocutor does not do something for the talk to continue. It's like the ridiculous speech in front of some festival. That made me reminds that festival in my elementary school. I am not very good with the words and the obvious criticism that comes out of my lips is like acid rain that contaminates and destroys the illusions of those who try to even understand the reason of my thinking.

But negativity is in my life and I don't say that I am the culprit. There is another thing that accompanies that absurd negativity and that is obviously, my bad luck.

For example, finding a ticket on the street and then being accused of thief. Or be accused of spying on women's restroom or for some reason stumble and fall on a blonde girl right on the first day of school.

That kind of absurd things that make me think about how stupid and uncontrollable is the power of God.

So, it is that curse that I call 'bad luck' and that uncomfortably becomes present in the most unexpected moments the culprit of all this.

That is why I can say that those who enjoy their youth and still complain about the misfortunes of their life.

I can only tell one thing to that class of people.

"Just die."