A day after the incident, on Thursday morning, I woke up feeling much better thanks to my mom. My face had a bruises which I estimated would fade within a week and I wasn't limping anymore. I had spent half the day I missed school sleeping and the other half training at a local gym. I wasn't still speaking to my mom so I just escorted her to her food stall like a mute. If I was to speak to her then I would have to tell her the truth that I killed a person and sent the other three to the ICU. She would be shattered by the news and I was afraid of upsetting her. After I had helped her set the stall, I left for school after a curt goodbye.
The first period was a boring lecture by the history teacher. I spent the two hours trying to recall the ancient script I used to cultivate when I was sti
