GOLGOTH WALKA Story by Tasi83The class headed for the observatory. While most people
were waiting with curious, excited interest , they were waiting to finally see
real - looking solar systems , stars , miniature or full cosmic galaxies ,
models of planets Until then , there was a fat, bloated guy who experienced
this whole trip as if he were having a very painful, unbearable tooth extraction. If you looked down from the bridge, where there were
probably cars and a small soccer field, the observatory's bright, palace- like
, domed building was located on the edge of a small forest , as if he would
like to smoothly blend into the monstrous order of nature. It was the end of November. The typical " you have
to dress up , you 'll catch a cold and get sick " weather. Girls - boys
mixed , usually They were wearing large winter coats , warm hats and long ,
long down jackets. you can hear them running to each other with their unsullied
childish teeth There were five of them who - who knows why - constantly
threatened him with murder, teased him, teased him , or just used brutal
methods to tease most of the weak-willed children , especially those whom he
could easily they found out that either the girl or the guy is incapable of
defending themselves , or that the girl or the guy is such a rabbit and never
hits back, because, for example, he opposes all forms of violence. It was about
him now. Ever since the head of the department had ushered them
into the beat - up , worn - out , rusting , coughing Matthews bus rented for
the trip , their mouths had not stopped. , é sah á ts ó seats were reserved on
their own right , even though the class leader set a seating order , which did
not hurt if all students complied. - Look at this pathetic, bloated little worm! Let's f**k
him! - said the older , lanky guy , who had failed five or so times so far ,
and after no class was willing to accept him somehow over the years is the sign
of the dreaded psychopath. - I just hate this idiotic a*****e! Why doesn't someone
like that drag me to another city so that people don't even see the pillowy
a*s?! - the younger brother of the guy from Langaleta, who won respect for
himself by lovingly trampling butterflies and ants , or drowning puppies, was
annoyed under his breath. - The good sweet mother for the little cum worm! I say
beat the hell out of her w***e! - this was said by another, fish-eyed , anti -
social boy , who talked back to the class teacher several times , who got very
annoyed by the teenager 's comments , and in turn l is huge, he burns He gave
her a painful slap , which caused her to swear revenge against almost the
entire school and the teaching staff. The fat guy quietly hummed, stealthily, so that - he
could only hope - not to hurt anyone, rather lonely, lost, behind the row wall
of the class. And since he was the last one, the dog didn't care about him
either. It's not like the band members! At first , they also quietly sneaked
back , as if they had forgotten something vital , important, and then one after
the other, like choir girls, they started throwing small, evil things at the
head of the knitted cap: - Just tell me, you little dick? Is your mother as much
of a cow-whale as you are? - they asked him , during which they roared and
laughed in the manner of merciless , murderous , predatory wild animals. - You're a pathetic prick! others told him. - Look at the
stupid animal! He's about to cry, like a pee-wee five-year-old! They passed by a rosehip bush one after the other, until
finally the idea popped out of the mind of the biggest, repeatedly fallen,
lanky guy: let's grab this chubby penguin with a grab and throw him into the
thorny bush, let's see if he survives? It's as if they wanted to gamble with
the ruthless laws of nature. - Hey guys! Let's take a look at this bloody beast, can
it fly?! - with that, the bigger, lanky guy already grabbed the scarf of his
puffy winter coat, then his lapel and threw it so hard that the rather unlucky,
fat guy found himself right between the barbed wire branches of the rosehip
bush. They stabbed, gnawed, gouged bleeding stigma wounds all over the body ,
despite the fact that he was wearing a vest that gave him little protection. He
felt the tingling , burning pain , but something much deeper , stomach -
churning retribution and merciless revenge. _ He vowed that even if it cost him
his life, those who treated him like this for more than eight years would be
even more bitter. - Look at this idiot gecilada! He flew as fast as a
cannon! - they grinned at the sight of their evil, brutal act, then quickly
joined the others at the end of the line and entered the observatory through
the large entrance gate. , fat guy - at least for a while - was anxious ,
pondering , and thinking hard in the thorny thorny bush. ,, He was only guilty
of not fighting back or defending himself for so many years , or he always let
naughty children talk to him and humiliate him what?! But then why did this
have to be done?! " - It took him a long time to come up with an answer :
They did these things because of the brutal , brutal evil. broke up with him
because he was always in the wrong place at the wrong time , and because
unfortunately there are such brutally ruthless psychopaths and even sociopaths
among teenagers who Oh, for fun , if they could, they would burn the whole
damned world to their heart's content! In the meantime , it became apparent to the class teacher
, who was standing in front of the pension , that someone was missing from the
class. While a SZTK glassy-eyed scientist was grinding the usual rice text in
detail, but boringly, about the history of the formation of a star or a black
hole, until the head of department He carefully and carefully carried out the
division and soon realized that Tibi was nowhere to be found , even though he
was still up on the clock on the rented bus, just like the others. - Children, attention! Who knows where Tibor is? Girls and boys were mixed as silent as the grave. Even
the tapping of a needle could easily have been heard in the midst of such
silence. Of course , even then, the teenagers in the band could n't contain the
roaring laughter that was about to explode , so they fell down almost immediately
in front of their exasperated classmate. he tt. - Well, then just tell me, you villains! Where is Tibor?!
Remember, no one leaves here until Tibor is gone! - of course this applies to
everyone! - he looked back sternly , with a Marcona scowl at almost everyone. - Uncle Béla! - a brown-haired girl with a mouse voice
extended her small hands. - I saw the Tibi! At the end of the line! - Eszterkém is fine! And when did you see it? - asked the
old man a little nervously. - When we entered the observatory! - he answered. - I understand! Has anyone seen or heard anything?! - he
asked everyone now. majority of the class remained silent on purpose ,
because if anyone opens their mouth willingly or on purpose , there is a high
risk that they will regularly pp é is beaten. - I am very sad and very disappointed, dear Ladies and
Gentlemen! I thought that a spark of human character still resides in at least
some people, but maybe I was wrong! - he expected that he would arouse guilt in
his classmates , or that someone would tell him what could have happened to
Tibor with the sound of a small candle of remorse. - Uncle Béla! - a small girl came forward. - The Molnár
brothers were and what a wasteful boy they were! They talked to him , and
someone drove him into the Tibi into that prickly bush! - he answered in a
trembling voice, as if he was already afraid of retaliation. - How? What??? - The old class teacher gasped in his
unexpected surprise. - You scoundrels! It's okay to behave like that, huh?! -
he felt that helpless anger would consume his insides. Where were your happy
peaces now , when all the children behaved well and no one hurt anyone? - Thank you very much, dear Katalin, for telling me this!
- now he turned to the others. - And if I were you, I would sink from the shame
of having behaved so meanly and dishonorably towards one of my classmates in
need of help. Now everyone can go home! I still have a word or two for the gang
members who are evil. - he turned the corner and with hasty steps already ran
out of the domed building of the star survey to look for him in the meantime
his former student , who was still huddled between the thorn and rosehip
branches and was not in the mood to squint into the dimly glimmering , warm
sunlight. - Tiborka? Where are you? Everyone has gone home! Please
come he! - he asked , sounding almost pleading , when he saw the dirty teenager
climbing out of one of the rosehip bushes with great difficulty and then
getting back on his feet. - They told me what happened! I regret it at his level! -
just now he noticed that Robert was shedding his sad tears , shaking and dying
from his head. _ He reached into his waistcoat pocket and gave him a clean
handkerchief : - Wipe your face , my son , and go home safely! - he said
measuredly , diplomatically , and after everyone had left , they headed back. - This is my car! - the upright man pointed a little
proudly at the light brown Skoda 1500 with his head raised. - Just jump in!
I'll take you home! Róbert could hardly believe his ears that after today's
humiliating adversities and hellish tortures, there are still humane people on
earth. So he immediately got in and put on the somewhat uncomfortable seat belt
without a word. The old department head also got in , then fastened his
seat belt , looked into the rearview mirror and turned onto the main road. They
made the return trip at a pleasant 60 - minute pace. By car , the school did
n't seem so far away. The old teacher exposed Robert to one of the branches. - Well, I think you'll find your way home from here,
right?! Y-Yes... - he tried to calm down and gather a little
courage. - Now the most important thing is to calm down, think
about what happened, and talk to your parents about what the solution should
be? See you tomorrow! - he extended his stout hand , which the adolescent boy
weakly shook , then the teacher closed the other car door and drove away ,
giving a little more gas. "How can I talk to my parents? - recognition flashed
through his mind. My father would almost immediately blow my head off that I'm
a pathetic idiot for not being able to defend myself, while my mother would
comfort me and nothing would change!" - and that was on his mind all the
time until he got home. , Tibor 's parents were called by the school to say that
the principal and the class teacher wanted to have a personal conversation with
them , where they would discuss Tibor 's further situation.. Tibor's mother was
the one who always went to these discussions and parent-teacher meetings ,
since his father's nervous system was already touching the ceiling in many
cases. - Ma'am! Please think carefully that Tibor's physical and
physical safety is the first priority here. We are talking about a horribly
vulnerable , hypersensitive adolescent boy , for whom just one small injury is
enough , and that too has serious , tragic consequences. they can be good! -
Fortunately, Róbert 's mother was always able to have a more meaningful
conversation than with his egoistic father , so it happened that within a few
days Róbert was given the status of a private student. his name from the class
diary, and every week for new and new study materials - true - he still had to
enter the school's ominous, gloomy prison walls. What Róbert didn't forget for
a single moment was that the gang members - of course he took quite a lot of
them and punished him , some of them even taught him - were going to organize a
real brutal attack against him. , so it will be really better if you really try
to be invisible for a long time... © 2023 Tasi83 |
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Added on December 12, 2023 Last Updated on December 12, 2023 Tags: epic, Contemporary, short story, prose, short prose, literature AuthorTasi83Budapest, Budapest, HungaryAboutI was born on November 30, 1983 in Budapest! I studied Hungarian history at ELTE-TFK, BTK; history teacher. I'm editing ebooks! So far, I have published my volumes on Publió and Publishdrive as.. more..Writing
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