Chirp... chirp... chirp...
It was a bright morning.
Alvaro was one of the most popular guys at school—famous for his striking looks.
Girls constantly surrounded him, trying to get close.
It wasn't admiration anymore.
It was overwhelming.
And one day...
CRASH!!
A loud shatter broke the silence.
Glass splinters scattered across the floor.
Alvaro, overwhelmed with frustration, had thrown a glass at a girl in anger.
Blood trickled down her hand as she collapsed to the floor.
The crash was so loud that the teacher immediately noticed.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway.
"Alvaro! Come here—now!"
She turned sharply to the rest of the class.
"And the rest of you—take Celestine to the infirmary. Quickly."
The students, visibly panicked, rushed to help Celestine and led her out.
Alvaro just stood there, staring silently at the teacher.
The classroom fell into a heavy silence.
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In the counseling room...
Great... I'm so screwed, Alvaro thought, slumped in his chair.
The teacher slammed her palm on the table, making him flinch.
"Alvaro, how many times have you hurt someone—especially girls?
I've given you so many chances.
This time, you might actually get kicked out of school."
She let out a deep, frustrated sigh.
"Call your parents. I want them here. Now."
"I... don't have any parents," Alvaro said quietly.
He hated saying it. Every time felt like ripping off a scab that never healed.
Her expression softened slightly, but her voice stayed firm.
"Then who's taking care of you?"
"My grandma," he muttered.
She crossed her arms, her tone final.
"Then call her. She needs to come here."
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