Tuesday morning, I was still angry when I woke up. I left for school after I had put one thousand two hundred dollars under my mom’s favorite cup. To avoid many questions, I departed when my mom was still asleep.
I was feeling well apart from the occasional body aches. My right eye resembled that of a panda, or an overripe tomato but it didn’t hurt. I spent each second as I was running to school just thinking of Rage and how I was going to make him pay me my full prize. They bullied me because I was a kid, he even called me pretty meat. Rage just destroyed my plans like that. I was planning to move out of the apartment to a better one with my mom when I won but now that became a dream.
As such, with all the dark thoughts in my mind, I wasn’t really happy when the first person I saw at s
