"I am sorry." She bowed down her head a little when she said that.
"Wait, why are you apologizing? It was my fault!"
Two weeks ago, when she was teaching mathematics, I noticed an error. I told her about it, and she got angry. I was right; it wasn't my mistake, it was hers; we debated for 30 minutes, and then she ran out of class. Since then, we are
Later I was called out by another teacher, and he asked what exactly happened; I told him everything. He was shocked that she made a mistake, but he brought the tab she was teaching from just to confirm.
After discussing with the teacher, he told to bring my tab; we found a mistake in my tab after looking into it.
Rather than a mistake, it was a printing error; the subject was mathematics, so that a printing error could cause a huge error in the result.
"It was my fault; I am an adult here. If I had checked it properly..."
"It wasn't your fault; it was my fault."
"I should have checked properly, but I didn't; my pride got in my way. Being corrected by a student hurts my pride."
"I am saying it wasn't your fault, so would you please stop apologizing?"
I hate it. I hate it when this happens; it wasn't her fault, then why does she keep apologizing?
"It wasn't your fault Miss, and it wasn't my fault either, so there is no need to apologize."
"That's not how the world works; it has to be soone's fault."
"Huh?"
Does she think the sa as ?
"Ever since I was a kid, I was told I am a genius, I can do anything, and I did everything; I was always top no matter in which class or in which grade. I scored top in my universities too," she said.
"Then--"
"I grew up without any guidance; I don't know what is right or what is wrong. 'If sothing is written in the books, I will follow it' I kept thinking that, and due to that, I had no friends, no one helped , no one was there to celebrate my birthday, no one was there to celebrate my results, my happiness, I was alone, always alone."
"Miss Serah?"
"I am sorry, I was..."
Again, why are you apologizing? You are an adult; they don't be sorry, they never apologize; that's what I think, so if you keep apologizing, then...
She is the sa as ; she grew up the sa as , without understanding people, without understanding adults. But...but I was saved by my parents, by Elena. But there was no one to save Miss.
Would I have turned out like this too?
"Miss Serah, you are right about that, 'It has to be soone's fault, but you are an adult, so you shouldn't bla yourself, you can bla it all on , I will take all the bla, so there is no need to apologize."
"....."
In the end, I am contradicting myself. I hate adults, but if there is an adult like that, how am I supposed to hate her?
I took a deep breath and said, "I am the sa; it was the sa for , but I was saved; if there is no one to save you, then I will save you.,"
"..."
"If there is no one to share your happiness, then I will share it with you; if there is no one to share your pain, then you can share it with ."
"....."
"So what I want to say is... I... I will be your friend."
"...."
That was embarrassing; I can't believe I said sothing like that to a teacher, an adult.
She has been silent for a while; what's wrong?
"Miss Serah?"
She looked at . There are tears in her eyes.
Did I hurt her?
"I am--"
As I was apologizing, she suddenly hugged .
"Thanks."
'I don't want to grow up!'
Huh? What was that? What's going on?
I just heard... saw sothing. It was just for a split second but... or was it just my imagination?
She slls good; I can feel sothing soft pressing against .
This is bad, I don't know what's going on, but this is bad if Elena saw...this-
"What's going on here?"
Elena was right behind her.
I am dead.
Hey, miss Serah! Get off .
"Elena... Miss Serah, please let go."
She finally let go of . Elena stared at for a while and then moved her gaze at Miss Serah...huh? She is staring at her--
"You like big ones, after all."
What is this idiot talking about in front of a teacher?
"Is that true, Das?" Miss Serah said while covering her chest with her hands.
Why are you joining her too?
"That's not true--"
"I went to the bathroom and found my boyfriend hugging my teacher from school."
I wasn't hugging her; she was the one hugging .
Elena, she looks angry, but that's not what I am worried about, what I am concerned about is...
"Elena, those French fries aren't ours, so would you stop eating them?"
She is eating food without permission again, and it's not even mine.
"So what is going on?" she took a bite and said, "Care to explain it to ?"
Stop eating!
"No, you see..." I gulped down and said, "You rember and the teacher fought two weeks ago?"
"I do, so what?"
"That was a misunderstanding."
"You told that, I am not asking that. I want to know why she was hugging you."
"So I told her it wasn't her fault and that made her happy, so she hugged ."
It's a la excuse, even for .
"I see."
Did she buy it?
"So Elena is your girlfriend?" Miss Serah asked.
"Yes, I am his girlfriend, so keep your hands off him, you understand?"
She is your teacher, dammit. That's no way to talk to the teacher. However, I treat them much worse.
"Hey Elena, stop that."
"So you want the big ones?"
Stop talking about that already!
"She is our teacher, don't talk to her like that."
"I don't care!"
You should care. She will take your lessons in school, don't co crying to if that happens.
"Hey Elena, it's almost 1:00 PM, let's go, here take this."
I gave her the movie tickets. In the end, we didn't eat anything.
"Let's go." She pulled my hands.
"Wait."
"What now?"
"Miss Serah, let's go."
"Why are you inviting her?"
Because she is the one who gave us the tickets.
"I have an extra ticket, so if she wants to co-"
I am sorry, Miss Serah but keep the act. She had one extra ticket with her, and I am sure that she wanted to watch the movie.
"Thank you, Das Ryle." She smiled.
Seeing an adult smiling like that...my heart feels funny.
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