If I was hell bent on one thing, that thing was finding the artist of my fanart because never in my wildest dreams had it occurred to me ever that someone would care enough to create a whole fanart of me on their own terms and a cool one at that as well. Obviously I would want to thank them from the deepest core of my existence.
However, the problem was that…I have got zero clue about the artist of the fanart and it seems like it to everyone else as well.
Splashing some gallons of water on my face, I headed out of the boy’s washroom since the bell for the end of the break had already rung.
After the incident today’s morning, I’ve suddenly become the subject of seemingly every conversation that was ever made inside the bounds of school today. Throughout the day, through six whole periods, I could feel people stealing glances at me every now and then, which were of course followed by a bunch of murmurs and my name being taken.
Tired of those b*llshit, I decided to go get fresh air out of the class during lunch break and lo and behold, it seemed like everyone I passed through the corridor was talking about me. It’s always the useless gossip, never the much needed speculation about the artist of the fanart.
A deep sigh came from within the innermost depths of my existence, thinking about the experience I am going to have on the trek back from the washroom to the classroom that laid on the other end of the corridor. I would have to pass by those gossip-mongers yet again and this was not even near the end.
Mentally preparing myself for the trip back to class, I emerged from inside the boys washroom and started making my way through the crowded corridor. And no shocker, what was bound to happen, happened, that was, people around me gossiping about me and taking my name loud enough for me to hear.
After what seemed like eternities, I finally reached my classroom and I was beyond happy. As I was about to enter my classroom, something caught my eye.
Someone would be more appropriate.
Sherwin Lin.
Something instantly clicked in my head and that was, well, ‘deduction’ as he, Sherlock Holmes, called it.
Sherwin was not someone I was really buddy-buddy with. Why?
I have no clue but during the 5 years we had been classmates, we had never talked to each other.
We both, mutually, didn’t give enough f*cks about the other…
Or did we…?
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mmmmdm
This is the best thing I've read in a while. Thank you, author.
2024-04-14
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