hello

This is a very short story. It is a story of "me" and a small crime that happened during lunchtime at a school.

I hope everyone will get something from "my" adventure.

Lonely Heart Club

At lunch time, most students in the class go to the cafeteria for lunch, which is located about 50 meters away.

The rest, if not the sleepy ones, were deeply asleep. They are people who play games in their own world.

I sat in the middle of the room by the window. My seat belongs to “Anita” who is an outstanding student with a beautiful face and is loved by everyone. Polite Never a rude word ever came out of her mouth.

She and I hardly talked at all. Because our world is so different During the day, she would go out to eat with her good friends, leaving only a few school supplies under the table.

Under her desk were neatly placed notebooks. Beautiful, clean pencil box Eraser and ruler

The eraser was white, beautiful and pure. And by pure coincidence, I had the same eraser in my bag. It's just that it's dirty and barely captures its beauty.

Suddenly a thought popped into my head.

What if I stole her eraser?

No reason at all, just “What if I steal your eraser?”

Steal it, don't let her know, the people in the room won't know. Those who were asleep didn't know. Those who are playing the game don't know. They couldn't break away from the illusion on the glass screen, no.

Her table and mine were next to each other. If done carefully, no one will know for sure. No one knows. And then I'll put my eraser in its place. It's older and dirtier. and has been used more But she wouldn't doubt it. Because why would I steal her eraser if I could give her mine instead?

Do I like you? no! no way! I don't like her! no!

She's really pretty and cute. But that's not the reason I like her one bit! The truth... I hate you! yes! I even hate her!

I just "want" to take her eraser as mine.

It's not the eraser I want.

I'd like to steal it.

As I reached out and grabbed the pure white eraser A hand grabbed my arm forcefully.

The white hand belonged to Anita. She had a beautiful face, fair skin, light makeup, big eyes, light pink lips. Long black hair that reaches the middle of the back.

“Don't do it,” she said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Stealing is not good,” she said.

“But no one knew it was theft.”

“But I will know.”

Guilt attacked me like a tiger attacks a rabbit. Like a tidal wave crashing onto innocent shores.

When someone found out, the clever theft suddenly turned into an unspeakably evil plan. Unable to forgive

I put my hand down

But my eyes were still fixed on that eraser. You pure, innocent eraser.

The fire of my hardships only spread throughout the forest of my mind. The desire to steal it The desire to do wrong has a hold on me. It's like the germs in the throat when we have a cold. It itches and swells, but we can't scratch it with our hands. It is suffering without a solution. Other than the doctor's medicine, that medicine for me is that eraser.

If you get it, this annoying itch will go away. I believe so A drive that was partly driven by desire and suffering took over my body.

I reached for the eraser again.

Phew! Anita hit my hand hard.

“Why are you like this!” she scolded.

“I just want it.”

No one is hurt, I'm appealing.

“You are bad! Perverted mind!”

The cursing came from a sweet voice and pretty lips. The sarcasm pierced my heart like a knife.

I hold my hand again

She looked satisfied. Smiling slightly like a victor, his eyes looked "down".

She is a normal figure for a woman. That is, she was somewhat shorter than me, a normal man's body. But at that time, in that moment of victory and humiliation, she definitely looked down. With eyes as disdainful as looking at little insects rolling around on the ground. It's a look that looks down. And at the same time there seemed to be a remnant of pity.

And another thing that is similar, compassion.

I really want to be a person who doesn't steal.

During the time when she wasn't paying attention I quickly reached out and grabbed the eraser. Then switch with the one I have. Dirty eraser

Anita was shocked and tried to hold me back.

But being sick, I snatched her and threw her out the window.

Here on the 6th floor

Anita used her delicate hand to cling to the window. Look at my face with anger Grit your teeth and speak to me.

“I should take a knife and cut your chest. Pop it out and grab that worthless heart of yours. Then use a knife to cut it into small pieces. Let the pain sink deep into the deepest parts of your brain. And when your heart turns into a piece of trash that no one wants anymore I'll put my foot on it. Step on it slowly and firmly.

Let your heart be torn and dusty. Until your heart is no different from dog excrement. Because it's so ugly and disgusting. And in the end, I'll wipe my feet on the floor there. Because your heart is filthy.”

"My story"

I answer

Then removed her hand from the window. and let her frail body sink to the concrete floor

Finally, I was able to swap out that eraser.

Anita returned to her room with her wonderful friends. sit down next to me And when the afternoon class begins She found that her eraser had changed. Which is definitely There was no way she couldn't remember the glyphs she used all the time in school. I should have known already. I thought I knew this from the beginning.

Of course she remembered that she was using my eraser. And when I turned around, she saw that I was using her eraser.

But now it's all stained with my pencil stains.

She laughed, probably thinking this was just a joke. and politely asked me to return the eraser to her

I'm not giving it back. This is mine. I stole it. So it is my property. And the only way for her to get it back is for her to say that I stole it from her and that she wants it back.

She said so. “Why did you steal our eraser? Please give it back.”

Impeccably polite

So I said I wouldn't return it. If you want it back, go and sue the teacher to get it back.

She says so be it. And keep using my old eraser.

I told her how she could do this. If it's like this, it's like I'm the criminal.

“Because you are,” she said unbearably.

Her face clearly showed anger. And at the same time, there is also doubt and frustration.

And I think it's so cute So I said that if she agrees to go out with me, I can return the eraser to her.

She made a face of denial.

I continued by saying “Come hang out with us. Then we'll give you this eraser.”

"I don't want it. Can I have it? We want to study," she said.

He turned his head and looked at the blackboard, which had not written down anything important.

“Come on, we can give you as many erasers as you want.”

“No, that's enough! What is wrong with you?!”

“It is someone who loves you.”

I would throw up and she would do the same.

“Ouch!” she roared.

“Enough! We don't play anymore!”

The roar grew louder. People around began to turn to look. I hung my head in shame.

You bastard!

A softly meditative voice floated from those lovely lips. I looked up. Meet Anita who looks angry from the whole situation. and blushed from all the stares that came our way. That feeling was conveyed through those two syllables: Wow, I slowly understood it letter by letter.

uncle

uncle

uncle

I gave her the eraser back. Then live happily like never before. Even though in the end I will probably die like a wicked person. But he is a wicked person who is happy.

“Damn it.”

I muttered, smiled and laughed.