"I guess we are doing this. "
'I'm so tired. The bruise on my leg isn't that big of a deal, but it's annoying. The cut on my back doesn't hurt that much, but it stings. My whole body feels slugish. The blisters on the palms of my hands hurt like hell. My legs feel heavy from fighting, not having even a five minute break.
I'm tired. Really, really tired. I don't even remember the last time I took some rest.
But I have to do this. I have to beat my enemy, who's standing in front of me, waiting for my next move.
Part of me really didn't want to do it like this. But i have to.
But enough of that. I know what I have singed for, and there is a fight infront of me.
Easy, you know this. Take a deep breath and calm your senses. Forget the pain, and attack.
Gripping the sword thightly, with my heart wavering, I went to attack and-'
A pencil just hit Slobodan in the head.
'What the-? '
Back in the classroom, a group of kids were laughing for some reason at the back of the classroom.
Slobodan was just pulled from his world of imaginations.
'And the story was just about to get good.'
Slobodan turned around, seeing a group of his classmates laughing. One guy was standing out of the group, pretending to look away from Slobodan, basically telling him that he was the one who did it.
The guy who threw that was Slobodan's classmate from middle school. Calling him a friend would be more bitter than drinking poison. He was just some boring guy who would from times to times try to poke fun at Slobodan. When he was younger, he would fight back, not being aware that their fights were based on "friendly jokes". Back then he would take anything seriously and easily start a fight. Now he just says something and moves on.
And it seems that today he is the target of yet another " friendly joke".
'God, i hate these people. Their stupid inside jokes and their barbaric behaviour. So disgusting.'
Although part of Slobodan felt annoyed by the people in his class, he is mostly indifferent and cool when he is around them. He is usually minding his business, thinking either about video games, anime, trying to study for the next test, or what he is gonna do today at home. He didn't really care for what other people care or think about.
He used to, but he doesn't anymore.
'Its just easier living the life this way.'
The guy that threw the pencil asked him:
"Hey can you pass me my pencil? I accidentally droped it. I'm sorry for hitting you with it."
'The audacity of this fuck.'
"Uhm, sure."
Even though the feeling of annoyance grew, he pretended to be cool and nonchalant about it. Slobodan really didn't like to get into unnecessary fights and conflicts, especially with insignificant people like the guy that threw the pencil at him.
As he was trying to stand up, a female figure shouted behind him:
"That's enough!"
Slobodan suddenly froze.