There I was, my heart wont stop thumping inside my chest, blood continously rushes up to my brain, i feel the heat and tension in my seem to be swelling up face, my head is to burst from intensity, it's my turn to be on that fierce spot. I was to report in front of class, about sins and its consequences, for a terror of a teacher, I was not at all prepared for his insulting remarks, but I need to be confident, both for myself and for my group.
Half of the report, I am still in good condition, the intensity of my anxious mind seems to have already subsided, that was before the second i uttered the word " KARMA". "Miss Reporter, WHAT IS THIS WORD KARMA?", I was too naive to answer karma's literal meaning. His voice became a bit fiercer than of what was before, we were conversing in front of class, but I didnt exactly feel we were. I felt more like being interrogated by a police officer, I can imagine a scene, I'm locked in a dark room with only one bright hanging lamp light above my corpse-like body, seeing nothing but his big mouth and comically rotund belly, wherein he kept on questioning me, pointing me as a culprit, guilty of a crime. I have to say my face was as hot as hell fire, I felt like bursting into tears but my pride just wont let me, I just cant accept defeat. He was mad as if hell hath fury, the next thing I knew he was upfront my face spitting at me such detestable words, " I AM THE AUTHORITY HERE! WHAT I SAY, YOU BELIEVE!". My stomach no longer have butterflies with fluttering wings but bees hungry to sting his words and his overflowing self-indulgence. "Yes, sir" was all there is to say, for the first time in my life my mouth could only sprout out two words, " Yes sir" was all I can say. While I am on the tip of his iceberg, silence is the only way to save myself, to prevent myself from tumbling down.
I hated his guts! That exact time he was all over my pride and dignity, how i wished to transform into a fire-breathing dragon, set his body on fire and blow away his ashes from the face of the earth, but he wont even vanish from our little classroom. My mind started to imagine these childish thought fragments because i felt like a little girl being bullied by a hairy and fat goblin. I appologized and swallowed my already beaten up pride, the continued with my report, I dont want to give up. I swear i couldve exploded that moment, and come to think of it exploding was my best option at that time.
He went back to the other end of the room, which gave me a piece of internal calmness, how i wished we stayed that far away from each other, that kind of distance was able to block his aura of evilness, but turned out wishes like that are only for fictional characters' happy ending.
Finished my first report, still recovering from that beating I had earlier but I am ready for the second one, thinking that the worst has ended, I can still curve up a smile, but sadly that smile didn't last very long, I guess the worst was yet to come. Once again he stood up, he was not contented from the beating he gave me, he was off to murder me. He has the attempt to murder me in front of a class, he's sending me and my confidence to grave, HE'S THE REAL CULPRIT HERE! He should be the one under this bright hanging lamplight, he should be put behind bars, I no longer dislike him, nor do I hate him, I detest him, near to the point of loathing. I dont think...(to be continued)