The tale of the truth teller

He felt that he could only have been a traitor at that stupid graduation, which his self-sacrificing, enterprising classmates invented just to entertain each other and especially their arrogant, exhibitionist class teacher as effectively as possible.

After a while, he was no longer so humorous, funny, that everyone only saw in him the idiot stupid child or the pathetic clown on duty in the class. He decided that if he breaks, if he breaks, he will put an end to this pathetic, humiliating tradition once and for all. He was just waiting for the right moment.

Fortunately, he had just found out that his English teacher had hired him for a small job. We had to glue together different decorations from paper and cardboard, and it wasn't really a problem if we didn't succeed, because the dog didn't notice, at least the critical eyes of the teacher.

"Soon, you will get your high school diploma anyway! Why the hell does he always have to play the idiot like someone who doesn't have four wheels? Although it is also true that since he came from an intimidated environment within the protected walls of the high school, he behaved strangely and unusually." he thought to himself.

Originally, he couldn't even know which intelligent being came up with the brilliant, somewhat cheap, impression-seeking idea that: The whole company should dress up as a stupid and pathetic assembly of preschoolers. For example, someone even managed to get giant lollipops. The truth is that he wasn't particularly excited or interested in it. Rather, what Kriszti will say to him if he doesn't see his much-loved, whimsical pet anywhere in the meantime. You. over the years, the two began to act like secret hero lovers.

He's probably going to totally freak out and be extremely angry at her for refusing to put on a kindergartener's mask and goof off together for eight full class hours as they toured the whole school with the class.

"Teacher, don't be angry, but could I sit here until this whole story is over?" - she asked her shyly friendly English teacher politely, who was apparently quite surprised by the unusual, unexpected request, since she thought that her always helpful and hardworking student would also participate in the foolish graduation. This much, at least, he owes his classmates.

"Of course, it's only natural!" Is there anything wrong? he asked curiously, with narrowed eyes.

"Let's talk inside..." said the adolescent boy and immediately entered the familiar mini-mouse hole-like ceremony room.

"If you don't mind, there would be something to do here!" �" the teacher had already given him cardboard and glue, and the boy's task was to glue the perforated parts together with the corresponding elements, so that they would have nice decorations for the end of the year. In the meantime, at least keep yourself busy! - he thought, and he doesn't care, thinking about who betrayed whom?!

In the meantime, the class - who looked just like cheerful, beaming kindergarteners who wanted to clown around - paraded through the classrooms where they once spent most of their time, wearing fancy costumes and masks.

All of a sudden, both of them noticed that the worn, dirty door of the English ceremony hall opened and a group of silly, cheerful students rushed in, squealing and clapping their holiday cheer around them. The comfort they felt on credit ended early, the moment they saw their classmate they thought was lost, who was sitting in normal, street clothes and bermuda shorts - apparently in an extremely frustrated and tense state - and was looking at them.

He looked at everyone one by one, and in his green eyes, regret, apology and help were hidden at the same time, with which he just wanted to make everyone aware that he does not judge anyone and that those who appeared here will always remain his friends.

"I kiss your hand, dear teacher!" We came to say goodbye with a little cheer! - greeted one of the edgy, teenage students dressed in a kindergarten costume. This was followed by a ceremonial sprinkling ceremony from a medium-sized soda siphon. Of course, only in general terms and symbolically, so that the teacher can feel a little bit of the affectionate care. While everyone was chanting, laughing and happy, a slightly sad mood settled in the class. A flood of questions began to flood everyone's mind. Of course, everyone was guided and preoccupied by only one question: "What is Péter Soós doing in the English library, with the English teacher?"

Everyone knew that Péter was head over heels in love with Kriszta, who, on the other hand, used anyone to his liking if the situation required it. However, Kriszti, wearing a braided, girlish dress and funny glasses with large lenses, looking like a kindergartener, looked as if something had actually broken inside her. He stared angrily, resentfully, and disappointedly at his good friend, who now felt his searching, judging gaze on him, and was afraid to look into his eyes, preferring to look at others instead.

The little celebratory foolery was over after barely ten minutes, and they already went to the next room, while Péter experienced a tormenting pang of conscience and a burning sense of guilt as to why he couldn't be a good person and hang out with the others, since who knows that the after graduation, who will be guided to where by uncertain fate.

"I didn't want to go with them!" he said out loud, just to reassure himself. "I... I didn't want to be turned into a circus monkey again..." he moaned. He felt that what had happened to Kriszta would certainly have its outcome in the distant future.

"You don't need to apologize!" I totally understand! You didn't want to be featured! - the English teacher stated supportively and sympathetically, but since she couldn't be fooled, she knew exactly what her student might be feeling right now.

"I don't think this whole graduation exam means anything!" A person does not become who he is from an exam! - Péter made another statement just to try to divert the conversation to another topic.

"I understand that too!" That's exactly what I think too! Spiritual maturity also has its own pace and degrees! �" his hands were still gluing, cutting cardboard and other colored papers.

"It would have been so nice if the others understood this too..." a few tears began to trickle from her eyes like thin threads.

- Look! I'm sure your classmates are struggling with these exact feelings. Now you must think that you made a mistake or that you are a traitor because you deceived them because you did not take part in this joint foolery, but those who honestly and truly got to know you during the four years we spent together know exactly what kind of person you are. obsession! �" the English teacher - just like her mother - always successfully managed to ensure that trust was not broken, and that it could even be successfully built upon. Peter lowered his head. He was deep in thought. He seemed to be concentrating hard on what the teacher had said, and he might still feel terrible for not owning up to all this nonsense.

"I'm so afraid that... I have to go out into life and I don't know where to go..."

"There's nothing unusual about that!" Most everyone goes through this! I think the really big question now is to try to think about what you want to do. Take a pen and paper in your hand and start dissecting in detail that if you already prefer literature and the humanities, then you should choose a career where these two main subjects are preferred.

"However, it would have been nice to start the next year on the performing arts..." - he began to wax nostalgic with a melancholy mood.

�" I would be very proud of myself if I had attempted the Theater Arts admission alone! I'm sure that sooner or later you'll get what you're really interested in. So keep your head up and don't get discouraged!

"I think I fell in love with a girl..." he answered hesitantly, uncertainly.

"I think if she feels the same way, then you will definitely find each other!"

Most of the morning was spent cutting, cutting and gluing colored and cardboard papers. By the end, Péter had gotten into it quite well and had a hard time wanting to stop.

"Oh, my Peter!" I think this will be more than enough! You have done a great job! praised the teacher. - Wait a minute! �" he went back to the back of the small room, where there were probably papers, notepads, pens and pencils. He took out two deadline journals and some pens and returned.

"Receive this little trifle with much love!" I'm sure you'll find it useful and write anything you feel you need to write about! - he kindly and friendly handed over the gift of small symbolic value to his student. And although most people are not sure that they could have started anything with deadline diaries or pens, for a writer this was the very first building block leading to recognition.

It was noon, and the crazy graduation ended sooner than expected. The class suddenly dispersed, or some of them broke up into smaller groups and talked for a long time on the small sidewalk in front of the gymnasium.

Péter was very happy to thank him for his gifts, which he felt were a kind of strange instructions or compasses on the path leading to adult life, and then said goodbye.

- Peter! Remember! Always listen to your heart and don't let anyone spoil your mood or limit you in anything! �" it was almost parental advice that stuck with him for life.

"Yes teacher!" Thank you very much! See you later! �" he left the room and later the building, where Kriszta was waiting for him with a not very friendly expression.

"What on earth did you have to do this for?" - he attacked her hostilely, started poking her chest with his delicate fingers. "You completely ruined the party!" The others think you're a low-key scumbag just because you didn't want to fool around with them! Tell me, what was that good for?! - he almost cried, and it was obvious that he was extremely affected by the incident.

Péter - as usual - had already passed into an understanding consolation, he would have handed over a clean handkerchief, but she threw the handkerchief away and continued to glare at him angrily and hostilely.

"I... I'm really sorry if I... caused pain... but I didn't want to be a stupid child again..." he said.

"You are so imperfect!" How could you have been a stupid child when everyone looked like an idiot in the kindergarten assembly?! I don't know which of the two of us is more stupid or more pathetic! - he covered his face with his hands so that Péter could not see his tears. "You should hug me now! Yes! Comfort him carefully! Maybe that would help!”

He carefully wrapped his arms around her waist, like he did in the nerdy dance camp when he first met her, and tried to comfort her, as he had seen in romantic movies.

"Please… calm down… it's going to be okay… I'm fat and the costume wouldn't have fit me anyway…" she remarked shyly.

"Don't calm me down!" We're not so good friends anymore! Do you understand?! You know what? I don't even want to see you until graduation! And not much after that! - she sat down on the small concrete railing that separated the moat and started crying softly. Péter put a pair of handkerchiefs next to him and walked home. The last thing he heard was some slang, which he had a hard time recalling later. What could the beloved lady answer him?