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Sankt-Brice-Sanktonien-Schule, Ganatrastadt
The bell rang. Immediately, the packed school hallway emptied its students into the classrooms inside Sankt Brice. The institution name painted white on the big blue and gold banner hanging above the nearby trophy case.
Inside the case are shimmering ensembles of gold, silver, and bronze, with ribbons and medals. Awards from various academic and extracurricular achievements of the school, along with old newspaper clippings of the local sport sections, starting from 1935, except 1964 and 1965. One boy stared at the 2019 trophy and an article on last year's winner of the annual Hauptstädtische Inter-Schule Basketball-Turnier.
Mallari sighed. His bespectacled brown face reflected darker on the glass, gloomier in his black eyes.
This is The End of Times.
These are the last seven weeks, the last few 46 days until school year 2019-2020 is over. He hoped to cherish this last academic term, but it still felt like it was not long enough. He thought taking it slow, grinding on every extracurricular he could get, worked to satiate his anxiety. But sadly, like his entire teenage life, high school got closer and closer to the end.
"One more Schuljahr..." Mallari whispered and closed his locker.
With another sigh, Mallari hugged his books tightly to his chest. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It was unpleasant. It was melancholy.
He breathed out-
"Ano? Get lost, Oonga Boonga!"
"That's Imbante, you BALKIT!!! Go play with your balls!!"
Okay, the melancholy's gone.
Mallari put his books on the floor. His hands on his hips as he watched the scene unfold. What was supposed to be his peaceful way to the next class appears to be a hostile stand-off. And it has to be school athletes, easily distinguished by the vanity they put on those varsity jackets. They wear it all the time, acting like they own the place. With this much pride, anyone could tell they're from the basketball team.
One group looked like a bunch of first-years. Mallari recognized some of them from last year's orientation.
The others are Mallari's fellow third-years. One of them in his class.
Leonid Imbante.
The tall one with the dreadlocks. He has a wider frame and is tall built. Though not the only towering person in the team, he easily stands out from his teammates—including the more towering Szlavs. Perhaps it's the mixed Szlavic-Lapu-Lapu ancestry.
The tallest of the first-years, the one Imbante called 'Balkit', stepped forward to his senior. A Lasakit like Mallari, they share the same earthy complexion and lean body, and they are a few centimeters shorter than most Szlavs and Astragonese.
Balkit and Imbante stared at each other's eyes, glaring out their obvious hatred in an intense staring contest.
Mallari is not familiar with all the first-years students, but he spent all of his high school life with Imbante and his band of jocks. From what he had learned over these years, they are not to be messed with. Days and weeks of student council and council-faculty meetings have been toiled to conclude the most controversial and the most violent of cases (teen drama level, no moralities). Mallari does not have the mental state to handle that kind of disciplinary cases.
"So ano? Ano na? Let's end this." Balkit taunted with a grin.
Mallari would have already sent Imbante, Balkit, and students like them to the local child protection center for a month. They need to learn how to lay down their differences. With all the bullshit child protection workers say about looking at yourself in the mirror and lectures about the lack of self-esteem in the youth today, they will surely die out of boredom. Let depression do the work.
Balkit continued his verbal bout with Imbante, "We have classes to attend, you know... Unless you're too stupid to know that? Or any of that?"
Imbante gritted his teeth. His fists shook, clenching the veins to bulge in one of his hands, ready to burst. Mallari recognized what it will come after and he knew he had to act fast.
Mallari has his standard response. The nearby clinic is not too far from the administration offices, all he has to do is move in and stand between the two groups. Assuming they're all delinquents, they've seen him so many times at this point they know exactly what's up and why they should just get.
"Okay! Let's all get a move on, now! We're all getting late for class!"
Imbante huffed. He understood. He nodded to his friends and they turned to walk down the hallway in the opposite direction.
...Honestly, he actually did not expect Imbante to stand down. Mallari sighed in relief.
One group down, one last to go; Mallari looked behind to see if the first-years are all delinquents, but all of them just stood there.
Even if they are, they'd be new delinquents...Ratten.
Balkit's eyes still followed Imbante, cackling at him. He glanced at Mallari and looked over the growing distance between him and Imbante.
"Yeah!! Listen to your boyfriend, Old Man!!" Balkit shouted, "You're too weak for anything, anyway!!"
Alarmed, Mallari turned to see Imbante again, just to make sure...
...Imbante just continued walking and they disappeared at a turn to another hallway. Of course...
Mallari smiled to see this mess through before it got any bigger.
"Hast du vor deine in Freund in zu gehören?"
The smile on Mallari's face dropped. He stiffened, or more honestly, caught on the spot. He looked over his shoulder at Balkit and raised an eyebrow.
"Uh... What? Was hast du gesagt?" Mallari said.
Balkit rolled his eyes. He and his friends turned. They split up and entered the classrooms in the hallway. Some of them disappeared in the adjacent hallways, looking for their classrooms elsewhere, or wherever they wanted to go. That leaves Mallari...
Mallari walked to his books on the floor, picked and cradled them back in his arms. He saw the door he was supposed to enter minutes ago.
Mallari snorted. Never mind he's late, at least he stopped a potential big issue from happening...
This school is either too big or Imbante has too big an ego to not stop making trouble. One of the reasons why Mallari'd never consider dating-
But besides, Mallari will never commit. Especially with someone like Imbante. Definitely not that basketball addict!
'Me? Imbante? Or any other guy in this school? In this district? In this universe? No, no, and definitely not. Not. A. Chance. The bottom of the bottom item of my lists, my papers or in my head, is the idea of conceiving a relationship with someone, whether it is vegetable, animal, or rock. Much less conception with anyone. And to any possibility of me getting marriage or amorously engaged: No, nope, and impossible.'
It.
Is.
Never.
Going.
To happen.
EVER.
Mallari frowned. Either he gets another moment of premature depression, his unwanted feelings are fueling the rage going on in his head. His lovelife is non-existent—nothing about love in any shape or amoeba. Now has to deal with puberty spreading stupid things in his stupid brain-
A door banged open.
"Vivan-Cola!"
"Hoy! Bumalik ka dito, Andoy! Put your clothes on!"
A teacher is chasing a naked student streaking down the hallway... and the boy is drinking a can of...Vivan-Cola?
Mallari smiled.
Now he has to think about the violations in the Student Handbook and the city ordinances on public nudity.
Not to mention the damage control for the gossips that will circulate around about Herr Masinop chasing an underage boy in his birthday suit.
'Hmm. Maybe I'll have some of that Vivan-Cola too.'
The bell rang. Immediately, the packed school hallway emptied its students into the classrooms inside Sankt Brice. The institution name painted white on the big blue and gold banner hanging above the nearby trophy case.
Inside the case are shimmering ensembles of gold, silver, and bronze, with ribbons and medals. Awards from various academic and extracurricular achievements of the school, along with old newspaper clippings of the local sport sections, starting from 1935, except 1964 and 1965. One boy stared at the 2019 trophy and an article on last year's winner of the annual Hauptstädtische Inter-Schule Basketball-Turnier.
Mallari sighed. His bespectacled brown face reflected darker on the glass, gloomier in his black eyes.
This is The End of Times.
These are the last seven weeks, the last few 46 days until school year 2019-2020 is over. He hoped to cherish this last academic term, but it still felt like it was not long enough. He thought taking it slow, grinding on every extracurricular he could get, worked to satiate his anxiety. But sadly, like his entire teenage life, high school got closer and closer to the end.
"One more Schuljahr..." Mallari whispered and closed his locker.
With another sigh, Mallari hugged his books tightly to his chest. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It was unpleasant. It was melancholy.
He breathed out-
"Ano? Get lost, Oonga Boonga!"
"That's Imbante, you BALKIT!!! Go play with your balls!!"
Okay, the melancholy's gone.
Mallari put his books on the floor. His hands on his hips as he watched the scene unfold. What was supposed to be his peaceful way to the next class appears to be a hostile stand-off. And it has to be school athletes, easily distinguished by the vanity they put on those varsity jackets. They wear it all the time, acting like they own the place. With this much pride, anyone could tell they're from the basketball team.
One group looked like a bunch of first-years. Mallari recognized some of them from last year's orientation.
The others are Mallari's fellow third-years. One of them in his class.
Leonid Imbante.
The tall one with the dreadlocks. He has a wider frame and is tall built. Though not the only towering person in the team, he easily stands out from his teammates—including the more towering Szlavs. Perhaps it's the mixed Szlavic-Lapu-Lapu ancestry.
The tallest of the first-years, the one Imbante called 'Balkit', stepped forward to his senior. A Lasakit like Mallari, they share the same earthy complexion and lean body, and they are a few centimeters shorter than most Szlavs and Astragonese.
Balkit and Imbante stared at each other's eyes, glaring out their obvious hatred in an intense staring contest.
Mallari is not familiar with all the first-years students, but he spent all of his high school life with Imbante and his band of jocks. From what he had learned over these years, they are not to be messed with. Days and weeks of student council and council-faculty meetings have been toiled to conclude the most controversial and the most violent of cases (teen drama level, no moralities). Mallari does not have the mental state to handle that kind of disciplinary cases.
"So ano? Ano na? Let's end this." Balkit taunted with a grin.
Mallari would have already sent Imbante, Balkit, and students like them to the local child protection center for a month. They need to learn how to lay down their differences. With all the bullshit child protection workers say about looking at yourself in the mirror and lectures about the lack of self-esteem in the youth today, they will surely die out of boredom. Let depression do the work.
Balkit continued his verbal bout with Imbante, "We have classes to attend, you know... Unless you're too stupid to know that? Or any of that?"
Imbante gritted his teeth. His fists shook, clenching the veins to bulge in one of his hands, ready to burst. Mallari recognized what it will come after and he knew he had to act fast.
Mallari has his standard response. The nearby clinic is not too far from the administration offices, all he has to do is move in and stand between the two groups. Assuming they're all delinquents, they've seen him so many times at this point they know exactly what's up and why they should just get.
"Okay! Let's all get a move on, now! We're all getting late for class!"
Imbante huffed. He understood. He nodded to his friends and they turned to walk down the hallway in the opposite direction.
...Honestly, he actually did not expect Imbante to stand down. Mallari sighed in relief.
One group down, one last to go; Mallari looked behind to see if the first-years are all delinquents, but all of them just stood there.
Even if they are, they'd be new delinquents...Ratten.
Balkit's eyes still followed Imbante, cackling at him. He glanced at Mallari and looked over the growing distance between him and Imbante.
"Yeah!! Listen to your boyfriend, Old Man!!" Balkit shouted, "You're too weak for anything, anyway!!"
Alarmed, Mallari turned to see Imbante again, just to make sure...
...Imbante just continued walking and they disappeared at a turn to another hallway. Of course...
Mallari smiled to see this mess through before it got any bigger.
"Hast du vor deine in Freund in zu gehören?"
The smile on Mallari's face dropped. He stiffened, or more honestly, caught on the spot. He looked over his shoulder at Balkit and raised an eyebrow.
"Uh... What? Was hast du gesagt?" Mallari said.
Balkit rolled his eyes. He and his friends turned. They split up and entered the classrooms in the hallway. Some of them disappeared in the adjacent hallways, looking for their classrooms elsewhere, or wherever they wanted to go. That leaves Mallari...
Mallari walked to his books on the floor, picked and cradled them back in his arms. He saw the door he was supposed to enter minutes ago.
Mallari snorted. Never mind he's late, at least he stopped a potential big issue from happening...
This school is either too big or Imbante has too big an ego to not stop making trouble. One of the reasons why Mallari'd never consider dating-
But besides, Mallari will never commit. Especially with someone like Imbante. Definitely not that basketball addict!
'Me? Imbante? Or any other guy in this school? In this district? In this universe? No, no, and definitely not. Not. A. Chance. The bottom of the bottom item of my lists, my papers or in my head, is the idea of conceiving a relationship with someone, whether it is vegetable, animal, or rock. Much less conception with anyone. And to any possibility of me getting marriage or amorously engaged: No, nope, and impossible.'
It.
Is.
Never.
Going.
To happen.
EVER.
Mallari frowned. Either he gets another moment of premature depression, his unwanted feelings are fueling the rage going on in his head. His lovelife is non-existent—nothing about love in any shape or amoeba. Now has to deal with puberty spreading stupid things in his stupid brain-
A door banged open.
"Vivan-Cola!"
"Hoy! Bumalik ka dito, Andoy! Put your clothes on!"
A teacher is chasing a naked student streaking down the hallway... and the boy is drinking a can of...Vivan-Cola?
Mallari smiled.
Now he has to think about the violations in the Student Handbook and the city ordinances on public nudity.
Not to mention the damage control for the gossips that will circulate around about Herr Masinop chasing an underage boy in his birthday suit.
'Hmm. Maybe I'll have some of that Vivan-Cola too.'
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