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My name is Itami Isaac. I live in the city of Brangel. I am 15 years old and I go to Brangel high school. My day starts by getting a slap on my cheeks.
I always wake up late and that's why sometimes I miss my school bus. To wake me up in time my mom slaps me on the cheek. After getting my daily dose of slap I wash my face and brush my teeth.
After getting freshened up I eat my breakfast and leave for my school. That's how usually my day starts.
Now let's come to the main topic I don't like my city so I call it the monster's city. To me the people who live here aren't human they are just monsters in human form.
Well, I have my reasons for hating this city and its people. To me They don't understand what it truly means to be a human; they are just too busy to live their lives in this illogical and cruel world.
They will not hesitate to kill a human to achieve what they want now you guys tell me how can I see them as a human when they even don't care about others?
To me, a human definition is a person who saves and protects his brethren and his family. So those who don't follow this definition aren't human according to me.
I will never recognize them as human. Now let me tell you about an incident in my life that recently happened.
One day I was going to my school as usual. I was walking toward my school cause I have missed my bus.
I was just singing and walking but suddenly a child came to me and hold my hands and tells me that he is too hungry and begged me to give him some food to eat.
I replied, " Yeah, sure, but I don't have any food with me right now, so can you wait here until I bring some food for you?"
He replied, "ok, big bro I will wait for you here". I felt very happy when he addressed me as his big brother.
After that, I went to the convenience store and bought a cold drink and a sandwich, and a packet of chips. But when I returned to the place I didn't see him there.
I felt scared and started to look for him nearby but I didn't find him anywhere. After searching for him for an hour I returned to my home cause I have missed the classes.
After 3 days I finally saw him but not in front of my eyes in the newspaper.
I saw him on the news when I opened the morning newspaper that day; the news was about a child named Christopher Brown who was founded dead in a trash box.
My eyes were full of tears when I saw his photo in the newspaper. I couldn't believe that he is no more.
After seeing his photo for a minute I rushed toward the police station to gather more information about his death.
When I reached the police station I saw his dead body. Nobody is allowed to enter the morgue but my father was a senior police officer that's why I was able to enter the morgue.
I somehow entered the morgue but I wasn't ready to see what I saw that day. I saw that Christopher's body was torn apart.
I vomited as soon as I saw his dead body. I can't understand how can a human be so cruel that he has torn apart an 8 years old child.
I left the morgue after seeing Christopher's dead body. That night my father beat me for entering the morgue.
But even after getting beaten up, I didn't cry at all that day cause whenever I remember Christopher's face the pain doesn't seem to have any effect on me.
I was just thinking "How Christopher felt that day when the criminals were ripping him apart alive".
Just the thought shocked me. I couldn't sleep at all that night.
Whenever I was trying to sleep the face of Christopher floated in front of my eyes.
After staying up for the whole night I fell asleep in the morning, but I saw a nightmare where Christopher was asking me why I didn't save him, In the nightmare, I replied I am sorry, if I had taken you with me that day maybe you would have been alive today.
I woke up after the nightmare. My eyes were full of tears that time and I was crying like a newborn baby. I can't just admit that Christopher is no more.
I locked myself in my room for a week. But one day my school friend Robin Astra came to my house and called me to get out of my room.
At first, I ignored him but after some time he came in front of my room's door and told me something that blew my mind.
But when I get interested in the topic he changed it and started to talk about some sports. I immediately stopped him and told him to tell me more about the thing.
He laughed and told me that he will tell me the whole thing in detail if I come to school regularly.
I replied with excitement that "I will come to the school the next day, can you save a seat for me right beside you?"
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