Reflections
The whole Love

"Before we begin today's lesson," teacher BK began with his soft yet firm voice, "there's something important I have to say." His voice forced the entire class to shut up, focusing their attention.

"Today, Rico didn't come to school because she was scared," said the BK teacher, her sentence floating in the air, filling the room with tension. The faces in the class looked confused and worried.

"Rico's mother has contacted the school" he continued. "He wondered if Rico was being bullied at school. You know, this could involve the police." His voice became sharp, reflecting his determination to uncover the truth.

"If any of you have any information on this, please raise your hand" he said seriously. My eyes flashed from one face to another, looking for a reaction from my classmates. Some looked doubtful, while others looked like they wanted to uncover something.

"Lisa, we're getting reports of bullying at this school" the BK teacher asked. "Do you know anything about this?"

All I remember is my "friend" index finger pointing at me.

"I told you, sir, but he won't stop" I replied in a low tone.

"Huh? Why just blame me? All of you, one class laughs too... You even told me to."

They were all just whispering, "What did he say?"

"He must have been the one who did the bullying," Lisa said in a mocking tone. "He always felt smarter than the rest of us."

"What are you doing, Lisa?" I spoke to him amidst the crowd of students, my voice low. "We are friends."

The previously indifferent classmates became more open in their bullying to me. I felt like I was abandoned by everyone, even the friends I used to think were close to me.

One day, everything changed. My friend Lisa, who had supported me in bullying Rico, suddenly defected. He started bullying me the same way we did with Rico. This is a painful betrayal.

Lisa just smiled cynically. Everyone around me laughed at me. I feel ashamed and broken. This is karma coming for me. I tried to apologize to Rico, but he only replied with words that might be appropriate for me.

"I will never forgive you" Rico said in a stern voice. "You have created hell for me in this school, and from now on you will feel it for yourself."

I faced it every day after that. After a while they did, I felt something strange. Karma may be, or even a deep sense of guilt. I kept thinking about it, day after day, as disturbing emotions began to crawl through my mind.

Karma is a strange concept. When our bad deeds continue, unexpected punishments can come without warning. Maybe I just thought about it to avoid guilt. But who knows, karma might actually exist.

When I came home, I was contemplating in the darkness of my bedroom. I thought of all my bad deeds to Rico, and how foolish I had allowed myself to be carried away by my temptations. The universe has taken revenge in a bitter way, and I don't know what to do.

A few months passed, and I felt worse. I tried introspection, looking for answers to my bad actions, and hoping to fix everything. I tried to find a way to apologize to Rico, even though I knew he would never forgive me.

That night, I sat alone in the room, a dim light shining down on my face. I realized that I had to learn from my past mistakes and change into a better person. Maybe it's time I try to stop the cycle of cruelty and karma that always seems to follow me.

The first morning in High School, the atmosphere was still so unfamiliar. I tried to find faces I knew from Junior High, but none of them I found. This school was much bigger than our Junior High, and I felt like a wanderer in a land I had never stepped on before.

I remember the first day in High School. All the new students gathered in the school hall for a welcome welcome welcome. The room was filled with various unfamiliar faces, I did not see Rico among them. Maybe, I thought, maybe he went to a different school. That would be a better start.

Getting into High School was a big step in my life, and at first I was relieved that I could start a new chapter. However, that feeling quickly dissipated when I was called to meet the homeroom teacher, I saw it. Rico was there, standing at the door with his annoying smile. I'm a fool, why don't I check out his destination High School? Why should I go to school with him? Is everything in Junior High still not enough?

He now looked more confident, as if his shy past had been wiped out. His usual black hair was messy, now neatly combed. His once shy face now looked arrogant and confident. His eyes that once never dared to look at people now stared intently, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. I was mixed up, anxious because I didn't know what he was going to do.

I tried to avoid him, hoping that he would not recognize me or even remember the events of Junior High. But I guess I expected too much.

"Katherine, right?" he said in a tone sharper than I remembered.

I gulped and nodded, "Yes, it's me."

I knew he was just trying to humiliate me in front of the other classmates.

"Alright," I replied in a trembling voice.

Rico continued, "We have to be friends again, Kat. I wonder what you can do in this school."

I tried to smile, trying to maintain my confidence. "Of course, Rico. We could try to be friends."

I swallowed spit. "Yes, I think so. We're in High School now. Why can't we start again?"

Rico smiled cynically. "You may be able to forget, but I will never forget what you did in Junior High. Don't think you can escape your past."

One day, while I was sitting in the school library, Rico came to me. I try not to show my fear or anxiety.

Rico smiled cynically. "You think you can run, huh?"

I looked at him firmly. "I don't want to deal with you, Rico. Let's live peacefully in this school."

Rico laughing. "You're always too serious, Kat. Life is short, we have to have fun, right?"

"With all the places you can choose, you should also come here?" rico said in an understated tone.

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "You know, Rico, I'm just trying to live my life and forget the not-so-good past" I replied calmly.

He just laughed cynically, as if trying to humiliate me. "You think I'll just let it go? Can you forget everything that happened? No, you'll never get away with it."

One day, while I was talking to my new classmate, Rico approached. "Hey, guys, we have a potential Olympic champion among us, you know? He used to be a champion lo" he said in a mocking tone.

I was uncomfortable with the attention he gave me. However, he only laughed in a cynical tone. "Let's see how long your wits will last here" he whispered as he left with his irritating smile.

With used shoes stomping on cat feces, he started lifting his legs, kicking my stomach.

“Dog, got tai cok!” he shouted, a tone of protest was clearly heard.

Enough with the two kicks, I coughed uncontrollably.

Just when I saw that, I could see my classmates from a distance. He was looking at me who was lying down, but finally turned his body to go out of school. Slowly though, I could feel my face turning red. It felt like something was grasping tightly onto my chest. Ahh, every time this happens, I always want to slam my head against the wall

That day, when the sun had just poked in the sky, I really did not want to wake up. My body felt so heavy and my mind was still trapped in a warm and comfortable dreamland.

Plis plis I don't want to go to school. Why am I that first? Plis, plis, plis, can I go back in time?? Plis. God please grant my request.

But, suddenly, my mother's voice broke the silence that morning. "Let's get up, school" she asked gently, but in a voice that could not be ignored.

I felt a strong urge within me to decide. Would my mother understand if I told her? What would you do if you knew I was bullied? The sound of my alarm just makes me want to go back to sleep.

However, I know, my mother has fought hard to provide a good education for me. My future depends on this education. However, the longer I pondered, the harder it was for me to find another reason to get out of bed.

Mother spoke again, this time in a more resolute tone, "Come on, chirp! It's not too late."

Although my heart is still heavy, I obey my mother. I did not want to disappoint him, even though in my heart there was still confusion and doubt

I took a deep breath and finally lifted my body off the bed. I could feel the cold vibrations of the ceramic floor as my feet touched it. The morning sun illuminates every corner of the room, casting off the shadow of the night.

The rest, you already know.