hello guys!
It is not my first fiction, but it is my first in english, so don't be hard on me... I am not really good at english and my grammar is poor, but... i will try my best !!!
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Big white room... sad faced people with dark clothes... some crying to the point of needing fresh air... nobody is talking.. everybody is looking at one place... a middle of the room... in that middle there are a man... a man who is a star of this whole show... death-man! Everybody has come here to say good bay to him. To say some nice word to his family... Everybody in here, are his close friends or relatives. Well at last this is how i was imagining a funeral. Unfortunately a real thing is a little different.
Well , there is a same white room... people too, are wearing the same dark clothes... but emotions of those people, and their ekspretions... well, that can I say… they are different…
I know I didn’t have a lot of friends… well I have none, happy? My siblings have hated me.. so do my mother… but still.. I expected more pity… whose bastards doesn’t pity me at all! Just look at their eyes… it’s looks like they are saying.. “this bastard… so he finally got that he deserved!”
And look at my classmates… bastards… they are laughing! Whose shitheads are laughing on my funerals!
The only thing that is good that they are laughing not from me. They are laughing from my cousin and uncle.
They are that couple of fat ass in the middle row.
You are thinking why are they laughing? Well the thing is that a couple of minutes ago, my uncle have just come back from the outside(he was smoking you know). After he finally went to his seat on a bench, he has collapsed on it like a bear.
Of course, from the overweight a bench has started crack, and my cousin, who is as fat ass as his father, became scared for his legs(he was holding them under a bench). Because of the cracking noise he thought that a bench will be collapsing at any moment and desperately tried to save his legs.
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Because if his efforts he succeed with a little bonus… he have tumbled from a bench with his face upwards…
And so my schoolmates have saw all that, and because of that we are… they are trying to suppress their laughing with all their might.
well, but they are not the worst case… there are to egsistance that I hate more than them. First is my siblings! Look at their eyes! It is not the eyes that you make, while looking at the death man!!!
It is the eyes that are saying.. “che, che, che… after forty years I will get fifteen percent more!” or “ omg, omg! I will not have to share a room with that bastard, from the left, anymore! I will have my own room!”
Hmm… but they are still not the worst case… the worst case is my mother!
Just luck at her swollen face from crying… I can bet that every person in here are pitying her! Not me but her! Damn!
And this thing is going all my life!!! Every time then we are meeting some other people, I was show as a bad son! Every time she was pitiful mother! Damn!
I was hoping, that at last at my funeral, we will have reversed roles! But yeah, I should have know, that that was just some empty dreams… the worst is that nobody knows that old fox real face.. nobody except me! And I guess nobody will know for another thirty years…
Hmm? That is this force?... is it sucking me in?... oh so I haven’t become a ghost… that a relief… well I’m not really sad about this whole life… apart from my ability, I hated everything…
But I have one regret… that is… that I will not see… that old witch face then, whose bastards will give her for a cheapest retirement homes… che, che, che… the funniest part is that she thinks that they love her! A bitch who doesn’t know how to love others!
But well… I guess this is a trait that everybody from my mother side has…