Loveland

My first friend 2

The teacher's tender heart and her feelings towards the students are never different from the mother's heart and her tenderness towards her children.

That is why she decided to listen to Amal's story, the story of a girl who alone suffered from bullying by her friends.

In a house devoid of tenderness, this little girl lived alone... in front of the window that overlooks the outside world, or next to the door of her luxurious house, and in the heavy rain, Amal was waiting for her parents to return, but they did not return.

I have seen many children as Amal in my previous life, children whose parents surrounded them with luxurious things, money and toys and deprived them of family warmth under the pretext of work....Children wait for their parents to return every day until they fall asleep and miss the chance to hug them.

These children are the most vulnerable to bullying because they do not have anyone to protect them or listen to their suffering, and therefore they choose death over living such a life...

After hearing Amal's story, as an educated adult woman, I had only one thought: "I'm going to tear the faces of those bullies."

There were burn marks and wounds on the girl. Those kids have gone too far in hurting and bullying her.

The heart of this adult sister will not accept the suffering of Amal, so let us go and teach them a lesson.

I pulled down Amal, who I was holding by her shirt, and asked her to take me to her school.

She asked me fearfully what I was going to do.

Oh, what a poor girl.

She doesn't know that I am more frightening and terrifying than they are.

I was trained to be a murderer in my previous life.

A group of kids who don't know anything about the world wouldn't be a threat to me.

I looked at Amal and said with a wide smile, "Stop calling me 'hey' or 'girl'. I have a beautiful name...my name is Anarose, but since you are kind, I will allow you to call me Teacher Rose."

The girl was shocked and did not say a single word.

I think I exaggerated a lot, and she may now see me as a suspicious and eccentric person, but I will not accept less than this name.

Anyway, let's go and teach the bullies a lesson in manners.

We went to school together.

We didn't even have to look for them.

They were the ones we found while searching for Amal.

"You finally showed yourself, you b**ch. Where were you hiding? You should have ended your life, but since you don't have the courage, I'll be nice and finish it myself", One of them shouted these words, then the other came forward and said:

"How dare you seduce him, you think that you are special only because you are rich and beautiful, only my death, no one will be affected by your departure, even your parents."

I could not bear it or control my anger, especially after hearing the last sentence she said, and I advanced like a raging bull and slapped her with a slap that made her demonic face swell.

The girl shouted, “Who are you ?” I answered her with pride and confidence: “I am her teacher.”

Everyone was shocked and called me crazy. Seriously, don't I deserve to be called respectfully? I'm doing everything to save her life.Ah, I am a nice person, so let's give them a chance, so I said with a nice smile, "Children, life is precious, so don't check it out because of your recklessness...Go and play somewhere else..."

I couldn't finish my words because someone threw a juice at me and that's why I smelled like strawberries.

I almost burned everything that surrounded me from the intensity of anger. I tried to calm down, because I am the adult here and the most rational, but in the end I decided, "These annoying children deserve no mercy or pity."

I looked at them with a demonic look as if it was saying it was time for you to die, then I slowly approached them like a dead body, not with the aim of scaring them, but because my legs were numb from the intensity of anger.

At that moment, half of the children ran away from their fear, which angered the other half.

Seriously, what's wrong with them? If you're not at the level required to fight, don't start a losing battle because you'll regret it.

Well, I warned them before, but they did not listen to me, so I am innocent of the fate that awaits them.

"It's time to pay the debt ",I said my famous sentence, which is synonymous with death, and then I pounced on them like a hungry lion, and I did not leave a boy or a girl (since I believe in the principle of equality) without making them taste the taste of my blows.

I had the advantage as they were falling like flies and I didn't get a single scratch, however Amal was so scared and at the same time worried that I would get hurt, and she kept blaming herself.

Those contradictory feelings awakened the beast that was slumbering inside her, and for the first time Amal encouraged and decided to fight instead of fleeing.

"My teacher Rose...I...I'll help you.",Amal shouted these words at the top of her voice, which made everyone surprised, then she jumped on the bullies.

Her fear made her grab anything she saw in front of her, and for some reason, the only thing she was holding was "hair".

I don't know if I should be proud of her, happy for her calling me teacher, or worried about kids going bald, but let's just ignore it, they deserve it all.

It only took a few minutes for us to finish them off, as they were all lying on the ground like dead bodies.

I looked up at them while Amal hid behind me, I can't believe she's hiding after what she did to them.

In my previous life, I wouldn't leave them alive, but since I'm different now, I'll be merciful even though I left them half dead.

"In this world, everything has a price... life has a price... death has a price... strength and success also have a price... everything we do will pay for it one day... so don't do anything you can't pay for."

Those were the last words I said before leaving. I really hope they learned a lesson though I doubt it, but let's look on the bright side, at least they won't bother Amal again.

We both went to eat zagogo porridge, which I love more than my life.

It was the first time I had it with someone other than my mom and dad.

Actually, it wasn't that bad.

I had a nice feeling, to be honest, I felt happy.

Unfortunately, our happiness did not last. Trouble followed us wherever we went.

We were surrounded by a group of boys who seemed to be the seniors of the school of bullies.

I can guess what is going on, they were not satisfied with their school children being beaten so they are here to take revenge.

What cowards!

Dozens of men have gathered for two girls. Ah...they're not even a threat to me so I'm going to finish my porridge and not care about them.

That's what I thought, but someone threw it on the ground...My poor porridge, I haven't even tasted it yet, and I can't eat it at home, because I'm forbidden to eat sweets for the sake of my health.

I was trembling with anger.

"I will never forgive them...they are murderers...I will never have mercy on them," I continued muttering these words.

"Are you afraid... You are beautiful, be my girl, and I will not allow anyone to hurt you. What do you think?" said one of the men.

Really...your girl...harming me...who thinks of himself...well, it doesn't matter because he will be dead.

I raised my head, which was red with anger, and said:

"It's time to pay the debt ."

Amal was not afraid and continued to encourage me while eating her porridge.

She seems confident that I will defeat these villains and she is right, I finished them in seconds.

Anyway, I was kind to the bullies, but now it's different, I lost my porridge, they have to pay with their lives for it, but they're kids and I have a soft heart as a former teacher, so I decided to make them my servants.

It's impossible to remember their names, so I call them by numbers.

One is the best for making porridge, then comes number two, then three...

I thought Amal would be mad because I divided them according to their porridge-making skills, but contrary to expectations, all she did was laugh.

Thus, I got my favorite food every day for free. As for Amal, she became my only and close friend, and she kept calling me Teacher Rose.