The Twisted Hero

r us. ‘Who really is a hero?’ Is he the person that saves everyone but loses himself in the process. Or the person that saves himself but sacrifices everyone else in the p

hanging from the day I turned 16, the da

room. My parents and older sister was already seated, waiting for me to join them. Walking down the tiled stairs, my Mom beckoned me

m meeting a patient in an hour,

t was for my birthday celebration, maybe.. My dad was seated opposite of me, he was already geared up in his black suit. His beards were always trimmed, his glasses always glued to his face. My dad was a very popular lawyer around, people would

, a lady in her late twenties but possessed the looks of a young secretary. her white blouse was always tucked in her black skirt that was a little above her knee. Mrs Alice stood right beside Mr Nicholas facing the class, her presence alone lightened the mood in the class. Every single student stopped chattering, they all turned to hear what the teachers in front had to say. “It has been a very good session, some of you performed very well while some performed very terribly.” Mr Nicholas paused for some seconds, took glances at each student in the class then he continued. “Susan, stand up” Susan stood, her long blonde hair was not the only distinct feature she had. Her most eccentric feature was her blue pupils, when looking into her eyes it felt as i

cept Mrs Alice. “This buffoon got zero in all his papers” The students in the classroom busted into laughter on hearing Mr Nicholas’ words. “Sincerely speaking, Andrew, you should be in Jss1" Roars of laughter was the only sound I could hear in the classroom, some students were even falling off th

sked, I knew the questions was directed at me but I ignored it and kept walking. “He was the last position in our class. Andrew, I am really angry at you right now" Susan said with a frown on her face. Kelvin kept walking, he didn’t want to say the wrong things and risk annoying Susan even more, so he chose the safest path of silence. “Why do you like being laughed at?” Susan asked me. “What do you mean?” I asked, but the question was no mystery to me, I knew quite well why sh

was not genuine to the jeers. I turned to Susan, she was looking at the road, her face was bright red. I couldn't understand why something so little, will make her so angry. I didn’t know what to say to her, so I just kept walking uttering no word. Kelvin gave me a heavy slap on the back, “yo