The Hats in Mysteries.

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It all started earlier before the end of school hours, the students of Prince high school were all gathered among their friends in the classroom.

 The last day of school was finally on the count down, the young boys dressed in school uniform white shirts and grey pants were, all wearing it for the last time in their life. Soon everyone was going to greet their school life farewell and head on high universities or transfer themselves to jobs.

 As the classroom was crowded like a market area noisy alike fish market, four young boys were gathered at the right corner of the room beside the large window where the warm afternoon light was reflecting through the glass into the small room. Two were seated on the chair and two were standing by the wall, all four were chatting in excitement with each other about what would they do after they leave the high school.

 “What are you all planning to do my friends?” asked the first boy with dark blue hairs and orange eyes to the other three. He named Jin.

“I am not so sure, Jin” replied the one beside him. He had yellow hairs with violet colored eyes, a decent expression on his personality “I will move to high studies. I am planning to complete some courses too in order to cover my education.”

“That’s great Jan!” cheered Jin with a smile “What about you, Jet? “He asked the boy sitting at the end of the row. He had whitish hair with silver shades and red color eyes. He was serious expression boy who wouldn’t talk trash but only when needed, he judge his question as trash however, he still chooses to reply,

 “I will stand on the city’s top university to fulfill my goal of life. It’s already set so I will be attending it.”

“THAT QUICK!” the other three exclaimed in shock.

“Wow! Jet you’re so lovely to have your life go smoothly.” encouraged the fourth friend seated in front of his seat, “you should be proud of it”

“Thank you, Joe” nodded Jet.

 “It’s all simple for Jet, Joe!” said Jin with excitement “He’s from a rich family so every parent’s single son have the most attention of all.”

“Quite down you! Don’t try to print butter on my sentences” replied Jet in seriousness.

 “Sorry” apologize Jin with a beaming smile. His friend Jan giggled at this.

 About Jin all three knew very well that he was going to shift to the next big city for further education. No one cared to ask about his plan as they were well aware that this boy would open a long train list of goals in life forgetting to leave space for others.

“What about you, Joe?” asked Jet turning straight to the boy in front of him. The boy had Apricot orange hairs with blue color eyes. He was friendly and good personality who listed all and helped all in need. On the other hand, he didn’t have much to be supported with.

“Me? I don’t know…” smiled Joe at the around question, “I studied school and it’s enough. I can’t afford more in achieving higher studies. Due to which I haven’t decided yet what to do or how to plan my future…” this reply disappointed all the three boys. They were expecting good wishes and higher goals from their friends unfortunately, nothing shone his life,

“I guess I will just think about how to earn my living at least, to survive till the next morning”.

Deep silence fell over the four Js. He wanted to cheer him up for moving forward, inspire him with phrases like don’t give up: life is still on.

 Never count what’s done, always count what’s left.

 But, it wasn’t easy for them to speak out these words as they seem to be encouraging type. Joe was the poorest kid in the classroom. He was known as the orphan left in mysteries. His mother died by suffering through mystery diseases. His father went missing suddenly out of nowhere. Living as an adapted child, Joe could wish or aim for a bad future. What he had he was always satisfied with it. “Don’t worry about me” smiled Joe.

 Just the teacher entered the class room by knocking the door, “stand up students” he announced all stood up greeting as he stood in front of the desk. All the students ran up to their seats getting prepared to get started. The teacher wrote down his name for the last time on the board behind him at the center with a white chalk,

 “Mister Sevin…”