Vedhant High School - Bee Ran (books for 20 year olds .txt) 📗

I have beaten in my life?” I really did not remember him. I know I have seen him somewhere but I could not remember.
“The garage. The lock. Do you have amnesia or something?” he replied.
I did remember him. He was the leader of the pathetic group I had beaten in the garage. Does not matter there was a different situation right now that I had to deal with.
I looked back at the injured boy behind me. “Just think of what he did. Numbers do not matter as long as you have the heart of a lion. You should never judge yourself lower than others.” That was probably the best piece of advice I could give to someone.
“Look at them. There are three of them. It is impossible.” He replied.
That was it. I looked at one of the two men standing in the background. I called him over with my hand. I could tell that he remembered me to because I could see fear in his eyes. Nonetheless, he still jogged towards me. As he came within arms reach, I lifted my hand and slammed my fist into his face. He fell down and was unconscious. I looked back at the boy and said “Is two possible?”
I think that was enough to get the boy going. With that he got up and started fighting the other two. I left the scene and walked into the building.
First Impressions

The inside of the building was beautiful. There was an office area near the lobby. I walked in to see a lady sitting and tapping away at the computer. I walked up to her and said “I am the new student.”
She looked at me and said “Okay please go to the office to talk to the principal.”
I did as she said. Inside the office was the principal. I greeted myself and he gave me a tour of the school. The school was the shape of a rectangle without one side. The middle was used as a playground and had no roof over it. There was only a roof along the edges of the school where the classes were. He gave me my timetable and sent me off. I walked through the school. My first class was Fitness Education. I walked into class to see many people from outside sitting in class. I sat down near my friend from outside. As soon as I sat down he looked a bit tensed but settled down after a bit.
“Don’t sit beside me. I have a prestige to keep up. I already know what you are going to say. Don’t.” he said. I heard a continuous hitting sound coming from the walls.
“Shut up.” I said “Is that rain?” I asked him.
“Are you even listening to me? I dunno. I probably is but…” I didn’t hear the rest of his sentence as I ran out of class. I ran through the halls and out the doors. It was definitely raining. Each drop of rain hit a solid object and shattered to hundreds of water droplets before disappearing. Thousands of rain drops showered from the sky. I took a step outside with my arms outstretched, head facing up. I close my eyes and felt the droplets gently kiss me one by one. It was a beautiful feeling. I loved the rain. I spun around and enjoyed the thousands of kisses nature was giving me. My clothes and hair were soaking with water. I wiped my face with my hands and opened my eyes.
What I saw surprised me. A couple of metres ahead of me was a girl dancing in the rain. She kicked the puddles sending water everywhere. She was wearing a blue dress which was also drenched from the rain. She was looking up at the rain with her eyes closed and her hands close to her dress. She was starting to get cold. She had fair skin, beautiful rosy lips. Her body was fit and slim. She was a little taller than the average girl. I smiled. I was not the only person who loved the rain this much. With that I walked back inside to class.
I sat beside the old person again. He has a surprised expression on his face. “You were just dry a second ago. When you take a bath you have to take your clothes off first. Didn’t your mom ever teach you that?” He was trying to make a smart remark. I was not just going to let him say anything to make me look stupid and walk away.
I looked around me and saw a mug of coffee. I picked up the mug and tipped the coffee over the boy’s clothes. He stood there with coffee all over his clothes. “Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to play with your food?”
The rest of the class we listened to the teacher give his lesson.

Confrontation

The next day I went back to class. I had a normal conversation with the older student. The boy who was sitting beside me failed school 12 times. His name was Ronald Tang Venkatesan. His parents wanted him to embrace multiculturalism which is the reason for his name. They call him Rocky around the school. In my eyes, he appeared to be a complete joker.
In the middle of class a large chunky man came in with man large chunky men. Behind him was leader of the first group of people I had hit. He still had a bandage around his head, along with a black eye. “Who do you think you are?” the leader of the chunky group said pointing at me. “Me? Why do you care?” I said getting up and standing in his face.
“Do you think you could hit my sir’s younger brother and just get away with it? You are a little kid. Just come to school, study and go home. Don’t get involved with big kid stuff okay.” At the end he gave a slap at my face just to annoy me. It was not a slap, more of a tap. That was it. My patience snapped.
“Ehhhh!” I yelled. I could feel the yell bouncing from the walls.
In a reaction the chunky leader lifted hit arm high in a punch position. I punched that hand with my left hand. While bringing my arm back, I elbowed the back of the chunky leader’s head. The leader bent over from the impact. I kneed him in the gut with my left knee. Before allowing my leg to hit the ground, I put it behind me and shuffled backward. It brought my open hand to the chunky leader’s head which went to straight into the ground.

WORD COUNT OF 2958.

Set-Up

Rocky and I decided to hang out by the centre of the building where the playground was. There were many people playing soccer in the field. Our school was very good at it and was one of the top teams in the region. I think that with a better coach that they could improve more, but I did not want to tell them that and fire the coach.

While I was looking at the soccer game from the side, something caught my eye. A couple metres beside me was the girl from the other day. She was talking to one of her friends about the soccer game too. She was eating a small bag of potato chips and sharing them with her friends.

I looked at her, put my hands over my hands while keeping them in a praying position and said “Oh my god. It’s. Angelina Antoinette Lacombe.” Everyone in the playground stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I looked like the biggest idiot but that was alright. I walked up to her and asked “You’re the girl who goes to the church everyday while still studying over night and getting top marks in the school. Am I right?”

She smiled and said “No, no, no, no. I am Trisha Saran. I am Hindu so you will not see me in a church. I think you’ve got the wrong person.” “Oh” I replied trying to sound as stupid as I could. “But you come everyday taking two trains and a bus because you are working that hard to receive an education. Am I right?”

“No, no, no, no. I live on the road beside in a small house. This is the closest school and it takes less than a minute to come to school.”
I looked at her and said thanks and started walking away. “Wait. Why are you saying thanks?” she said stopping me. “Well. If I just came to you and asked for your name and address, you would not have answered which is why I did this whole set-up. It is just that I saw you a couple of days ago dancing and singing in the rain. Many of my friends think I am an idiot for doing that. Since it was the first time I saw someone with the same interests, I just wanted to talk to you. Don’t take it to heart. Forget that I did any of that.” With my long speech Rocky and I started walking away. I could hear her give a little giggle which made me relax a bit. It meant she was not mad at me for the whole situation.

As I was walking I heard a loud booming sound from above. I looked upwards and felt a raindrop land on my nose. Then several more