Re-Investigation: Because You're Young
Equality
I found some interesting things for me on my first day at school. The students in this school tend to cover themselves. Some stand out for talent, some are useless for not having talent, and some show nothing. Prominent students always gain popularity, and “normal” students can only accept their destiny as students.
As in general schools, in this school also has a ranking to assess students. The highest is always measured by popularity, and the lowest always gets less good treatment. Those, who were at the bottom of the top rank, usually only became normal disciples. Their lives depend only on today, whether they can survive or not. And for those, who gained popularity for being in the top rankings, feeling safe every time they stepped in. They always get the attention of other students.
I can't escape a situation like this. All teenagers are like this, looking at others for the reputation they have. If you have a bad face but you have a great talent, you will still lose. If you have a handsome face but you don't have any talent, you can still win to gain popularity.
Whether you have a pretty or handsome face, you are free to do anything. That's what young people think. Of course, all of that is in the time of SMP and SMA.
Second day at Tjee Academy, 12:26 pm.
“Hei ..”
I approached a teenager who was alone, sitting in a long chair around the schoolyard. She was enjoying her meal but with a sad face.
I sat down next to him and started to notice him.
“Are you ..”
He suddenly stood up and left before I could ask him. He left me quickly after I sat down next to him. I am confused with him too.
“What's with him? Do my armpits smell?”
I made sure that he didn't leave because of me. I have checked whether my body has a bad smell, and the result is that my body does not smell. My body and uniform are very fragrant, have fragrant clothes.
I let her go and started to open and play my phone.
Name: Jamal Pasaribu;
Height: 170.1 cm;
Grade: 2-2;
Date of Birth: 14 April 1999;
Hobbies: None;
Ideals: None.
Likes: None;
Dislikeness: None;
Characteristics: Having black hair that covers his eyes, having a face that looks moody, choosing to stay away from getting along, having white skin with a little traces of chickenpox on some of his skin, and having a little bit of chickenpox on some of his skin, eyes are always covered by his bangs, and loner;
Criminal record: Attempted murder to his father, but his father forgave him and he was not proven guilty;
Reference: He almost killed his father because of family problems. He has a grudge against his father because his father often goes out of the house because of his job. The motive for his killer trials was to be envious of the other students who were getting the attention of their parents. After reconciling with his father, he lives as usual and lives with his father;
Note: It is unknown how her father could have chosen to forgive her and stayed with her. The most powerful guess is that his father knew that he was the one guilty of not paying attention to his son. But still, even if they were at peace, there was a possibility that a second assassination attempt could have taken place. Be careful and stay alert to him.
So anyway. His name is Jamal Pasaribu. His family seems to be in trouble. Maybe he stayed away because he wanted to be alone. In other words, I came at an inappropriate time.
Well, maybe he knows about Jamila White. Jamila was very happy to lecture someone like him.
My strong guess is that he knows Jamila. I know very well that people seem to be very liked by Jamila. Jamila was very fond of lecturing someone, and that person was a very deserving person to get a lecture from Jamila. I'm sure Jamila knew that the man was having problems with his family. He must have acted out of knowing that and was willing to befriend her.
That's why I approached him when I found out he had a bad reputation and even had a criminal record.
***
I chose to go to class when I knew the time to rest was still a long time.
There's no one there. My classmates were still out with their activities; eating and drinking in the cafeteria, chatting with their friends, going through club activities ...
Because in this class there was no one but me, I approached an empty table, which was in the middle of the second row on the left of the front entrance of this class.
I looked at every corner of the table and chair. I'm of the opinion that that's what Jamila used as her study. Every detail of this table and chair keeps me looking well so that nothing gets missed. Even if I don't have my gear, I can still investigate about this.
Like the other chairs and tables that were in this class, it was also made of the same material. But what distinguishes this table from others is that it has a stain mark. I can tell that this table was once cleaned using cologne to remove something permanent. This table looks to have different colors apart from permanent ink stains. The color of this table changes due to the alcohol mixed fragrances contained in the cologne. The possibility that caused it to happen was because a pen or marker, which was permanent ever, was crossed out on this table. Either it was used by Jamila who was just for her pleasure or there were others who crossed it out there.
Umm ... What happened to this table? Was Jamila really so careless that she dropped her ink, or was there someone else who broke this table?
I'm pretty sure this is Jamila's desk. This was a position in the middle of the line for female students, and Jamila was very fond of being in the middle of the line. So, I'm sure Jamila used to wear this chair and this table.
Being in the middle of people, that is what will be the center of attention. Jamila is very flashy and likes her very much to be the center of attention. He can look to the left, right, front, and back if he is in the middle of them. So, he can tell. He has an attitude like his father, always kind to people and always smiling in all conditions.
“What are you doing there?”
When I turned to the source of the voice, the back door of this class, I saw a female student walking over to me.
“What are you doing?” He asked again. “What are you looking at Jamila's table for?”
She is Chika, a very popular girl in this school. Besides being smart and good at communicating, he is very proficient in all areas of sports. He even won a swimming competition, decorated a place to be the best and received awards in the form of beauty art, and expertise in the field of art of drawing.
She's almost perfect for a girl. She has a beautiful face, ideal body and height, long straight black hair to her back, well-groomed skin, beautiful ankles, beautiful eyes ... even his hands look so attractive that they make you want to hold them. Almost all the students liked it. He was very attractive because he was very elegant and dignified like a princess.
Even so, I don't like it. I hate him because he has an attitude of curiosity. I've been setting her attitude ever since she asked why I was here and looked at Jamila's desk when she found out that I was a student in this class too. I have the right to look around this class, the tables and chairs in this class, and some other furniture. So, he shouldn't have asked me that.
“Why didn't you answer my question? Why are you at my friend's desk?”
Look at! He meddles too much in my business. I could tell that he had an attitude of meddling in other people's problems. I hate that so much.
“...”
I kept quiet and watched his face for a while. Then I went past him and sat in my chair and stared out the window.
“HEI!”
He shouted at me. I can hear him and guess he's putting on a pissed-off face— 'cause I ignored him.
I continued to ignore him, looking at the students from outside the window.
Perhaps out of annoyance of being ignored by me, he ended up coming to me and hitting my desk. That surprised me.
“Hei!”
I don't want to have to look at him.
“What's up? Why are you bothering me? For a girl, you should join your friends or study.”
At least he can't miss his youth. I gave him good advice as a grown man.
“You haven't answered my question!”
I could see him climbing her lips and like I wanted to keep asking him until his question was answered by me.
“Is it worth being a question?” I asked back.
“Hei!”
He could not answer and could only scream.
I leaned my body into the chair.
“Small girl, you must ..”
“Small girl ..?”
He seemed offended by it. He was seen taking a deep breath and holding her back, then pushing his hair back and hitting my desk again.
“You're not very polite, yes! You know, you're the man I hate the most. You're a new student here, but you're rude to your classmate. What the fuck are you? You're coolest by calling me a little girl, huh?!”
“For what am I polite to a little girl asking for my rights?”
“Your rights?”
He was confused by my statement. That was why she deserved to be called as a little girl.
“You don't get all grown-up! You are the same age and I am the same age! Your rights? You're talking about your rights? In this school all rights are the same, so don't be pretentious to talk about your rights.”
Why is he getting angry?
I stared at him for a long time. Then I smiled and stood up.
“My rights are mine. You can't change it and assume everyone has equal rights. You have to study again! I'm surprised at the people who rated you as the smart girl at this school. Do they judge you by your beauty alone, or do they judge you because you are a little girl?”
After saying that, I left him.
“Aiiiihhh ..”
Before I shifted the exit, I could hear the sound of the table being hit. The sound felt so loud that it rumbled inside this class.
“What the fuck is with that guy? He was very hesitant for a new student. He even called me a little girl. You're a jerk.”