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It was a morning when I was in such a tired mood...
My w*****d stories were being read
I re-read the stories and poems I wrote years ago.
Maybe V.woolf was too much for teenagers
Really!
What do teenagers understand about Virginia Woolf?
I wasn't going to achieve the success of the dark high school or 3391 kilometers
My first client in private school was Atakan, he was the only child of a wealthy family.
His family met all his financial needs, he had his own car and expensive clothes.
What was missing in his life was attention.
His parents didn't make time for him.
He was spending his life watching clips in his room, he wasn't studying, we were chatting in class and I felt that he was incredibly hungry for conversation.
when he comes home
-How was your day? There was no one who asked, and he was afraid of having a relationship with the opposite s*x.
The same situation was valid not only for Atakan but for all students of the private school.
We provided all the opportunities he wanted at every parent meeting, he is studying in a private school, we pulled a car under him, what more can we do, sir?
Parents who said they did not think their children needed to chat.
We went to the cafe with Atakan and other teenagers after class.
The owner of the place looked at me strangely, I guess he was intrigued by the fact that I was an adult hanging around with so many teenagers.
We asked for four hookahs and took deep breaths from our cigarettes and blew them into the air.
I invited young people to my house, the first package of powder should have been free
Diyar would also come.
Meanwhile, he was in big trouble, he was beaten badly on the wall of the cemetery where he sold powder.
That area was owned!
He couldn't go on sale. His father was under arrest for murder and they were having trouble making ends meet.
He had to find a job.
I gave him the siftah I bought from Atakan.
He wanted to get more money from me and the way to do this was to make me be with his young girlfriend.
The strange thing is that the girl was also satisfied with yesterday.
According to the laws of this country, the punishment for having s*x with a teenager was a closed prison.
Who knows, would they blackmail me after being together?
He was saying that he didn't like his girlfriend and that she was too fat.
Last week, the girl managed to catch my eye with her short shorts, which remained with me.
I smoked weed to get rid of a severe headache in the morning.
While I was sleeping at night, my blood sugar was falling rapidly, so I was saying hello to the new day with a migraine attack every morning.
-I don't think it's ethical to be with someone in exchange for money, Diyar, I said.
-Selling weed to young people seems ethical, coming here from England to do missionary work also seems ethical, but isn't it ethical to be with a young girl for money?
"She won't be with you willingly," Diyar said, "because you are as old as her father."
I can't take my eyes off the math teacher.
I find an excuse between each lesson and stay with her.
The good news is
SHe went to her hometown for a week because she had a fight with her husband last week.
It was a big surprise to see her at the bus station.
Her eyelashes were beautiful as always.
We chatted until the bus came
She said, "I can't embark on a new adventure."
That was the last time I saw her
SHe made peace with her husband and went east for compulsory service.
This is how this sad love story ended.
Why am I like this?
Why can't I find happiness?
Find someone suitable among my peers
I hang out with teenagers instead of getting married.
I had s*x with Diyar's girlfriend after I got high.
I would later realize that this was a big mistake.
The problem is
Diyar filmed us while we were together
And with this truth he found himself capable of threatening me
He said that all the goods growing on the terrace were mine.
I have to get rid of it somehow
I said OK Diyar
From now on, all the property is yours
Let's go home and I'll start preparing.
When we got home, Diyar lay down on the couch and
Started watching Netflix.
So I started making drinks.
My hands were shaking from fear
I crushed two Xanax tablets into powder and poured them into the coke.
Snoring started within half an hour
He dragged him under his arms to the balcony
I was out of breath, I was going to end the life of a teenager
But who cared?
His father was a homeless powder dealer in prison.
If I didn't do this now, the mafia in whose regions we sell and make money would do it.
I heard the sound it made when it fell from the eighth floor.
I immediately called the ambulance
Help!
My guest threw himself from the balcony.
Mr Anderson, how did it happen? said the police officer
I said my student had a psychological problem.
Unfortunately he took the wrong path
As you know, he benefited from the probation law.
The people who owned the area where he sold m*******a were threatening him.
The mafia has taken over every place.
What do you want to say?
Aren't the police doing their job, Mr Anderson?
You will know that, officer.
I am a teacher who has received a temporary working certificate in this country.
Why did he choose your house to commit suicide?
I saw the house he lived in
He was living in a slum
To die, you have to fall from a height.
The eighth floor is suitable for this job.
Why didn't you intervene, Mr Anderson?
I was preparing drinks for both of us in the kitchen.
I recorded your statement in the minutes.
Please sign your name
You may go, Mr Anderson.
I love this country
If you want to get rid of a woman, throw her off the balcony
And then s he committed suicide
And escape without penalty!
Femicides are increasing, but no one says anything.
Miners are dying, but the reaction is as if the kitten died
An earthquake occurs, and at the same time, the government helps people surrender their souls with construction amnesty.
It's like an April Fool's joke
I began to console the lover of Diyar
"Why did he do this, teacher?" S he said.
While the tears are flowing
I hugged her tightly and started kissing her
I've been getting a lot of messages lately.
I don't know how found my number
But Deniz writes frequently with various excuses.
We met for dinner with two friends.
The first thing that caught my eye was that all three of them were wearing excessive make-up.
Deniz Pınar and Eda were waiting for me
Deniz, who was practically begging for this meeting, remained silent throughout the meal.
Pınar was busy with her phone.
Eda spoke concisely.
I couldn't stay for long. Diyar's lover Harika was waiting for me at home.
Deniz was the one who was most upset with me waking up early.
She welcomed me with a wonderful smile because I went to this dinner.
She was a blonde haired girl with wonderful green eyes.
I think she's jealous of me
It surprised me how quickly she forgot about Diyar
But I see him every night
The sound it made when it hit the ground is still in my ears
He was my assistant
At least when selling powder
I went through Harika's cell phone
I noticed that she was selling nude video recordings to teenagers for money as a side job.
I wrote a message to Deniz
Let's meet again, but this time come alone!
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