"Good afternoon," Mrs. Avena greeted the guard of General Cleofas' office."Good afternoon, ma'am. What can I do for you?" he asked."We want to talk to General Cleofas. May we?" "I'm sorry, but those who are allowed to talk to the General are higher person only or those with permission from them."

"I agree to what Kate said," Unah stated. "Fighting back won't help. The people with powers and money are the superior, while the others are becoming slaves and victims of their cruelty," she added. I can't believe what I'm hearing from them. It looks like they already accepted that Felghana is a cruel country because of its government. "Casy, don't mind the student. Never again. It's not your obligation. Besides, God is here. He knows what is the truth," Dhaile said as she stands up.  "Uhm, Unah, can I use your comfort room?" Dhaile asked. "Oh yes. Just enter that way and you will see a blue door. That's the comfort room. The switch for the lights are inside," Unah answered. "Thanks," Dh

"Hey, Kate. What's up?" I asked her when I finally get over my emotion. The feeling earlier stopped, maybe because I forced myself to do it so.  "Nothing special," she answered. "By the way, are you okay now?"  "Huh? Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I?" I asked her.  It's too late before I realized that I sound so defensive. I almost shout when I answered her.  "Okay. I'll just agree with what you said even if I'm not convince," she said before letting out a sigh.  "Why did you call me, by the way?" I asked Kate to change the topic of our conversation.  It's a bit unusual that Kate is calling me in the middle

After the day when Mrs. Cambri was killed, I'm so furious. I'm furious by the fact that I don't possess the ability to save her and his son from death. I feel so hopeless and weak.    "AAAARRRGGHH!" I shouted while kicking my bed and throwing everything I can hold. I don't even know the things I'm throwing away; all the I know is that I need to release the anger I'm feeling right now.    "D*mn it! D*mn it!" I shouted repeatedly. I almost bang my head to the walls because of frustration. I feel my hands getting numb but I can't stop. I can't control myself and it feels like I need to create more things that can hurt me.    The sound of crashing glasses and falling books filled the entire room. My sight looks blurry, maybe because of the tears my eyes kept releasing for minutes.    My feet...hurts? Or numb? I don't know. I can't even explain what I feel right now. I know that I have

Lots of days passed and the final exams week has come to an end. While looking at the window from my table, I saw bunches of students with smiles on their faces while walking home. A lot of them are also talking to other about who knows what. I miss being a student. For the students, the week after the final exams is their week for rest. They can do whatever they want, may it be going shopping, playing online games with their other classmates, or just chilling inside their houses while eating their favorite foods and watching their favorite movie. However, for teachers like me, it is a hell week. There are a lot of paperworks to finish. Aside from checking their exams, we need to find the frequency of correct answers and make a report about it. After that, we need to finish computing our students' grades, which is not only about encoding scores, but also sending follow-ups and conducting remedial classes. "My back hurts like hell," Dhaile complained while standing up and stretchi