MY NAME IS RIO...
The Bad Beginning

My name is Rio Ramirez, commonly called Rio. I am the 3rd of 5 children.

My two sisters happen to be all guys, my two sisters happen to also be all girls.

Our family includes family. Papa is an official who leads an agency. Although my father was an official, but my father taught me to live a simple life, not arrogant, and not picky friends.

Rich poor is the same as long as the friend behaves well. While still in school before I was a child who included lack of confidence. I was treated differently in my family. For example, if my brother can play football supported with good facilities, I am not like that. For example, my brother's latest Nike-branded soccer shoes, my football shoes are only domestically made or soccer shoes that only love to be used to play ball.

That's the little picture of my life I'm going to tell you about here. This story of my life will start from the journey of my life starting when I was a teenager.

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It was my first day at a new school. Today I started a new adventure in teenage school, High School. My student orientation was pretty good. I made a lot of new friends. And there happened to be a pretty girl in my class called Cresa Ovalia, I think she was indeed the prettiest girl student in my class at that time.

My sister also went to the same school as me. My brother was among the outstanding students in the school. Prolifically delinquent! He often fights, often truant, often called BP teacher, anyway all the negative things are on my brother. But he was also a sociable child, unlike me who was still likely to be closed in choosing friends.

That time has just begun the lesson period. I've only been a 2-week high school student in my city. The school has received many awards. In short, after 2 weeks of school, I fell ill. 2 days I did not go to school.

By the time I didn't get in, there was some PR to collect at the next meeting.

Because he was still recently in school, after entering I immediately asked classmates about PR that must be done.

basic PR accounting, I was given the info by my Cresa and my classroom. I also put on PR at home. Me and 3 classmates, working on PR together. Then came the week that my accounting PR had to be collected. Because I feel working, I respond to the usual encounter with the teacher I just met. At that time I did not have the feeling of being hit by bad luck on Mr. Razki's lesson, which he said was killer. But that day I was unlucky. Really shit! It was my first bad experience in high school.

"Rio Ramirez!" Mr. Razki called me in an annoyed tone.

He held up a book with a cover that I knew was my PR book.

"Is this your book, Rio?" He said in a high tone.

"Yes, sir. That's my book" I replied politely.

"Try you here quickly!" From the sound of his voice, Mr. Razki was holding back anger. I went straight to his desk.

"Yes sir.What am I called forward?"

Mr. Razki looked at me sharply.

"This is your wrong PR! What you're doing isn't a job I'm asking you to do!" Spray Mr. Razki on me in a thunderous voice.

"You look like someone, we have a brother here, Rio?" Ask Mr. Razki in a soft voice.

"There sir. I have a sister in 3rd grade named Faizal Romero sir," I said mentioning my brother's name.

"Faizal Romero??? That naughty Faizal is your brother???"

Suddenly Mr. Razki stood up while asking while glaring with an angry tone.

"Yes sir. He's my brother!" Answer's short.

"Have done wrong page PR, want to follow along to be a hero like his brother! Mr. Razki's hand suddenly floated and lodged hard on my cheek 2x. I stood up straight and did not flinch. My legs were shaking it was the first time I was slapped by a teacher. Mr. Razki then took the thick-covered folio book on his desk and then slapped me with the thick book. My body began to stagger in the slap of Mr. Razki.

"Now you push up 100x!" razki said with a breath of breath after slapping me with a folio book.

I also started a push-up by being counted by all my classmates on the orders of Mr. Rizki.

"Ninety-five!" The final lesson bell rings. "Less 5x more," my inner.

"Rio, get back to your seat" said Mr. Razki.

After Mr. Razki left the class, my friends who were working on PR at Cresa's house contacted me. They were just covering for me, but they were silent.

Cresa then patted me on the shoulder. "You okay? Patient ones, Rii!" He said in a soft voice.

"Later on we'll all face Mr. Razki, Rio. Our PR is just like yours" Robin said.

I just kept quiet, shredding the paper to get rid of my irritation. I stood up and talked to them all.

"It has. No need to face Mr. Razki. Facing Mr. Razki won't change anything either!" I said while cleaning up my books and stationery.

Cresa then patted me on the shoulder again.

"What are you doing, Rio?" Ask Cresa with teary eyes. I tried to smile while holding my swollen cheeks and looking at her.

"I'm fine, Cresa. Yes, yes, guys. We go home yuk," I asked while trying to keep smiling at them while walking out of class. When I left the classroom, many children from other classes noticed me. Maybe the news of me being slapped and punished, Mr. Razki, is Viral. I walked down to the back gate of the school.

"Rio, wait!" That's Cresa's voice. I slowed my steps too.

"This is a tissue for you, Rio."

"Thank you Cresa."

"Stay spirit yes, Rio. Hye!" Cresa got into her car and waved her hand. Kissu bagging from Cresa. I also ran home.

When I opened the gate, my mother was sweeping the yard. I said hello and kissed her hand. As I was about to enter the house, my mother intercepted me before entering.

"Rio, is your body soaked in sweat like this? How wet is this your shirt and why is your cheek swollen?"

I smile.

"Rio runs out jogging afternoon, Ma. Rio wants to take a shower!" I kissed my mother and then I rushed to my room. After hanging the wet uniform, I put on a T-shirt and went into the bathroom. I lighted the water faucet and then I submerged my body in the bath tub.

Finish dinner, after I wash the dirty dishes. Papa who at the time of eating noticed the strangeness in my face.

"Tokay! Geck! Rio, can papa come in?" I heard papa's voice in front of the room. I opened the door, and there stood papa and mama.

"This is your face pouting like this, why else would you? Was there a problem at school?" Said papa while holding my shoulder.

"Rio is not papa, Pa. It's a lot of PR, there's nothing at school" I said, returning to my desk.

"Haha. Papa thinks there's a problem with what you are. You weren't usually eaten last night for dinner. I was brought to sleep there tired," said the father who then went to his room.

"Rio, are you really okay? Same story as mom!" My mother said, closing my door. I cleared my desk and sat down next to my mom. I told my mom about the school incident.

"Do you need a mom to come to school? Mama came to see your teacher!" Mama said while stroking my head.

"Udah ma's. Don't have. It's just that incident.  Rio is not papa, just aching doang," I said while holding my mother's hand.

"Yes already. Now you're working on the PR of your teacher. Let him have no reason to punish you anymore. Sleep no nights, baby," said mom and then came out of the room.

I also threw myself in my bed.

"Revelation! Just wait for you, Razki! Wait time!" I muttered while clenching my fists.

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