The Story Of Mine

about a teenager

My name is Ian.  I am a new fifteen year old student at SMK Iskandariah.  I live with my father alone because my parents got divorced when I was five. I moved to this restless city with my father last year. My father said that this city offers more opportunity for a better job.  My life in this bustling, noisy city is distasteful. I have not had any friends or activities outdoor. My father rarely comes home, too. It is just me, myself and I all day long.

Monday morning, it was school day again. I hated my school. The students were too noisy and social for me. They hated me because I am an introvert. I do not know of any rule that state being an introvert was wrong. They cannot blame me for who I am, for who I am forged to be. Pushing away all the thoughts that had been strangling my mind, I quickly made my way to the shabby classroom of mine. That was when the incident occurs.

I kept feeling uneasy during my journey to the classroom. The feeling was too nauseating. My stomach churned, sweat ran through my body and terror ran through my spine. I tried to ignore the pain. Upon my arrival at the classroom, I saw some of the popular kids gathering up, discussing about movies. I glanced at them and threw my bag softly onto my table. I was day dreaming when suddenly I felt a hand grab my shoulders roughly. In a blink of an eye, I was punched straight in the face. Fortunately, I was strong enough to withstand that sudden attack. I felt my cheek burning up. I opened my eyes to look at my attacker. It was him, Joe, the most popular bully in the school. I sighed at my misfortune. Joe’s eyes were filled with rage and I did not even know why. He cursed at me furiously. I did not bother, that was at least, when he started to joke about my family problems. I have had enough. Without thinking, I punched him hard in his face. Blood started to pour out of his mouth and he glared at me. Before he could even get up, I kicked his face and pushed him hard onto the ground. He groaned in pain. I threw punches over punches to him mercilessly.

I had no control of my body; my anger had taken over it completely. I came to my sense when someone softly stopped my hand from punching Joe anymore. I turned my head and saw my class teacher. His dark hazel eyes were calm and he smiled slightly at me. The students were already crowding the classroom. I glanced at Joe and cringed silently to see the damage that I had done to him. His face was bloodied and bruised. It showed an indescribable pain. The teacher asked me to carry Joe to the nurse’s office while I follow him to the disciplinary room. I pulled Joe up and he leaned over me for support. I said my sorry to him and he muttered his sorry as a response. After sending Joe to the nurse’s office, I made my way to the disciplinary room. I cursed myself for taking such action as a self defense.

There I was, standing in front of the disciplinary room. Fidgeting nervously, I open the classical wooden door. It creaked upon the opening. There, sat my class teacher, the principal and the discipline teacher. I came in and took a seat on the comfy sofa. The teachers started to interrogate me. I answered questions by questions. I admitted my fault and took the blame for the situation. I explained that I had no self control that time as I was consumed by my anger. All of them agreed to give a punishment for me by sending a warning letter to my dad. I accepted my punishment. After all, every action must have its consequences. 

When my father saw the warning letter, he looked at me sadly. I explained everything to him. I held back my tears from falling but I failed miserably. He sat next to me and ruffled my brunette hair softly. He explained that he was no mad at me. I sniffled and smiled at him. Father just laughed it out.

That was the most unforgettable incident to me. After that ridiculous incident, I became a good friend of Joe. He changed for the better. This is a story of my life. Pardon me, but what is yours?

Author's Note

sorry for the grammar mistakes. i do appreciate reviews.