CHAPTER V

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*warning, the following contains self harm

I woke up and got ready to start the day. It has been several days and I got a thin form of muscles. I might be poor, still through my job I can earn enough money to keep me living. I had this dream of pushing around workers as a CEO of a big company because even my parents doesn't give me a single penny; especially now that both of them are dead. But they neglected me to the point I never felt they are my parents. Since then my grandparents took care of me until they both also passed away from oldness. When I was 9 years old, I handled everything; by stealing toys from neighbors at night and selling them 75% off price to kids outside the city. Without getting caught or having conscience, I lived my childhood into this day. This will be the life I never wanted.

On the welcoming ceremony at the gym, I stand there at the stage to deliver a speech as I lean close to the microphone.

"It's too tall"

I mindlessly said when I'm near the microphone. The crowd began to laugh as silent as they could even though their chuckles are synchronizing loudly.

*Blushed* "w-w-welc-come!"

It was hard to speak the words while being embarrassed. The ceremony continues with them remembering me as the short president. Such an insult even though I did my best to memorize and reread everything I wrote on my speech. Because of this, I used my pen to stab it at the neck multiple times to restart.

Flash

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