Mag-log inI'm Nathan Moore. There are 37 days left until the college entrance exam. But that's when my mother, Hannah Dunn, gets beaten and miscarries. The culprit is the cafeteria manager, Leon Powell, who trashes Mom's egg stall in the corner of the school cafeteria. When she collapses, she lands stomach-first. Her blood mingles with the raw egg, pooling across the floor. My unborn baby brother's dead. My father, Eric Moore, is hanging by a thread in the ICU. The doctor says he won't make it if he suffers any more stress. 500 dollars sits on the desk in the principal's office. The principal, Harvey Fletcher, tells me it's the school's compensation for what happened. Then, he informs me Mom's been dismissed from her job. Leon sits beside him, picking his teeth, a smug smile on his face. "Paupers like you are such a pain in the ass. I have connections in the Department of Education. If you've got a problem with me, go ahead and sue me!" I fish out my phone. There are 473 people in the group chat, and all of them are my classmates. I send a single message into the group. "Gather outside the cafeteria at 8:00 pm tonight." I looked up at the principal. "I'm not going to sue you, Mr. Fletcher. I'm going to start a riot!"
view moreMy acceptance letter arrived in August. My name was printed on it in gilded, embossed lettering. Major: "Law." Terence called me to ask why I had applied for this major. Computer science was where the money was at.I told him this major allowed me to take people to court.He froze for a moment before commenting, "Damn, you really don't let shit go, do you?"…The cafeteria we trashed had been demolished. The new cafeteria was spotless and brightly lit, with food prices displayed out in the open. Mom would occasionally sit there, watching the students line up to get their meals. Her belly was still flat, but she said that once my affairs were settled, she wanted to have another baby.…The weather was beautiful on orientation day. I walked through the gates and never looked back. During my first semester, a photo from last June was taped inside the front cover of my notebook. My phone rang after class. It was Keena. Leon was sentenced to seven years in prison. Mr. Fletch
That journalist returned in late May. Her name was Keena Watson. She worked for the provincial newspaper, and she had been the first to cover the story. "Nathan, the city is going to award your school a 'Model School for Campus Food Safety' plaque." I chuckled. "Ironic, isn't it?"Keena chuckled as well. "It is pretty ironic." Then, she asked me about the whole story, and I told her everything I could. When we got to the part about Mom's miscarriage, she closed her notebook. "Is it alright if I publish this?""Yeah.""Why did you organize your classmates to trash the cafeteria?" she inquired. "You know that could have been classified as public disturbance.""I didn't think that far ahead back then.""What was going through your head then?""My mom, lying on the ground."The article was published under the headline "A High School Senior's Cafeteria Revolt." The comment section erupted into another debate. Several netizens called me a hero; some claimed I was a rioter wh
That afternoon, representatives from both the local television and the provincial newspaper arrived. Journalists swarmed the school entrance, surrounding Mr. Fletcher, who looked pale and grim. "Was the school aware of the cafeteria's food safety issues?""Who made the decision to dismiss Ms. Dunn?""Did the school accept any benefits or kickbacks from the cafeteria contractor?"Mr. Fletcher parted his lips, but his voice was drowned out by the microphones. One couldn't make out a single word he said. I slipped into the hospital through the side entrance and avoided the cameras. Mom's ward was with visitors. Her students, colleagues, and even strangers brought flowers, fruit, and gifts. Scarlett was holding a notebook filled with a petition signed by students from across the entire school. "Please reinstate Ms. Dunn." More than a thousand students had signed it. Looking at the notebook, Mom burst into tears. She seldom cried, but she bawled her eyes out that day. Dad
Leon forced himself up from the shattered glass, pointing a finger at the crowd. "Just you wait. I have connections in the Department of Education!"The moment the words left his mouth, a voice echoed from outside the crowd. "Who is it that has connections in the Department of Education?"The crowd went radio silent.A middle-aged man in a white shirt walked over. He wore glasses, and his expression was incredibly stern. Mr. Fletcher's expression changed dramatically. "Mr. Black—"Kendrick Black, the Deputy Secretary of Education, didn't spare him as much as a glance. He drank in the state of the cafeteria before shifting his gaze to Leon. In the end, he looked at me. "What's your name?""Nathan.""Did you organize all of this?""Yes."He fell silent for a moment. "Are you aware of the legal consequences of inciting a riot like this?""Yes.""Why did you do it then?"I held his gaze. "Because my mom was lying at the stall that was smashed at this school, bleeding and beggi












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