The bell rang, Jawad rushed into the classroom.

"Class, good afternoon" said the teacher who entered.

Students in that class were silent and a beautiful teenager girl entered the class. The anxiety to some of the peers in Jawad's class arose. By which, Jawad was quiet and Kochu was beside him. Hence, the girl pointed her finger at Jawad that rounded his eyebrows and opened his mouth with a shock.

"He...bullied...me" stammered the girl.

"Ma'am, I don't even know her!" screamed Jawad.

"But Jawad, one of the students saw your friends and you were bullying the girl by slapping her and took her pocket money from her" said the teacher with a stern look.

"Look, ma'am, I wasn't even in this scenario! Why this girl would blame me out of nowhere and who is the speaker here?" screamed Jawad.

"I think, you need to talk to the principal regarding this!" said the unpleasant teacher.

That left Jawad the unexpected event. Hence, he followed the teacher to the principal's office, that shivered his spine, with a bit of a mental breakdown. The girl was silent. He sat outside the office in the bench. Therefore, he overhead the principal's conversation with the father.

"Hello, Mr. Karim" said the principal.

"Yes, who is it?" said Rahat from the press, on which newspaper clippings and prints were heard.

"It's about your son, Jawad" said the principal.

"Oh, principal sir? What happened to my son?" asked Rahat.

"He bullied a girl from the other section due to his rage. But he is refusing to know her. I don't know what's becoming of your son? He might have been an average student but was a good boy. What is becoming of him?" said the principal

"I don't know, my son is acting strange these days, he's probably disturbed by the excess behavior at home. God knows what he's been up to lately!" said Rahat.

"Would you like to..." but was interrupted by the cross-connection on the phone and cut. Hence, the principal called him through his office.

"May I come in, sir?" asked Jawad.

The principal admits him in.

"Jawad, you are failing your grades once or twice" calmly said the Principal.

"Once" corrected Jawad.

"Well, if it is twice, what problems are you facing during your school time. Whenever I walk around, I always see you with Kochu, who was a worse student than you!" said the Principal.

"He's not a worst student, he's just being a loyal friend to me. What gives you the right to ask my parents on phone about my grades and the girl who I don't even know, is accusing me of bullying? How could you belive that so easily, sir?" asked Jawad.

"You need to be learnt a lesson at home! You are messing a bunch of assholes like me! I even can ruin your career! If you just harass another girl, I will break your brains entirely!" glared The Principal.

"I am sorry sir, this school is no longer my priority, because unprofessionals like you will have a straight jail, because you reminded me of an ungrateful king who believes everything easily and each of your 'so-called brilliant' students are the bunch of pimps which strangles through the discrimination of poverty and human rights. And thank you for your time" snapped Jawad.

He walked away like a boss that shocked the principal with dismay and disbelief. Furthermore, Jawad went through the school field, looking at his 'fake friends' smiling along with the girl who falsely accused him. That infuriated him like wind and rushed through the fake ones. It was a moment of desparation and the fire sparkled them with the revelation that might shock Jawad to the abyss.

"Well done, my friends, especially Raahid, now that my career is over, you are really happy for it, right!" said Jawad sarcastically.

"Do you really wanna know what really happened? Do you? I guess I need to reveal this to you" teased Raahid.

Jawad ran towards him angrily and choked Raahid with an utmost fury.

"REVEAL IT, YOU TRAITORS!" roared Jawad.

"Ok! I will be honest! Please let me go!" begged Raahid.

Jawad shoved him angrily.

"SAY IT THEN!" screamed Jawad.

"Do we think that you pretend, not to talk with lowly people like Kochu and be in our league, just to show off? You don't have a single penny of the power to get us! You mix with someone from another religion, and had us because we gave you loyalty? We are the ones who failed you in grades by exchanging your paper secretly in the office. I want to poison your career internally because my dad and your dad are rivals in the office! I would like to do the similar tradition!" snapped Raahid.

"What was the reason of their rivalry? Do I know your dad?" asked Jawad deeply.

"We have been 'friends' all along and you don't know my dad? His name is Mustapha Ali. He is the one who secretly got your uncle killed. When your dad found out, he used several evidences that suspended him confidentially because your damn uncle was making a confidential file against the criminals that actually hired a huge sum of money to my dad to destroy the news agency that your dad is now the head of it. My dad was in imprisonment and I regretted! But when I found out that you are his son, I thought, you are not like your dad! Just a tad a bit different than others! But you are just like your dad, in terms of character! Now that my dad's released from the prison and working in a rival news agency, he cannot destroy your dad's reputation and now I know how to destroy that!" revealed Raahid.

Jawad was shocked but hid his feelings on which made Raahid a bit calm.

"You are watching Bengali movies lately! And now that you are taking revenge, what is the use? My dad only harmed your dad because he's a traitor of the country plus yes, if my uncle wouldn't bully him, your dad wouldn't have betrayed my uncle or my whole family. But now that he's seen as a traitor in my dad's office, you regret it! You fucktard!" said Jawad.

Raahid rushed with fury and choked Jawad's collar. Then Jawad kicked into Rahid's between-legs that led up to his gang members to thrash him hard, that torn his school uniform and the bag was swept away, almost to the sewer but after the gang left by hitting him, he took his bag. Jawad was crying. No one was there to support him. Hence, he staggered through home with blood stains. When he walked inside his house, he heard screamings towards his dad and mom, quarelling with each other, while Jawad's sister was taken away from her home to the boarding school. It was a moment of despair and grief.

"You just spoiled your son, really well! We taught him, not to harass a woman!" fought Rahat.

"It's been a long that he last talk to me, was one month ago! Now why did you send Abeda to the boarding school without my consent?" fought back Sabeda.

"Your consent? You just weep at home continuously! Why can't you move on? It's been seven yours that your brother was shot to death by the monstrous Mustafa during the Nihar Banu Protest Movement!" screamed Rahat.

"What makes a difference? Does it gave justice to my brother? He's not in prison despite the fact that you have given evidence against him! And I know it very well that my son is not the one to create the mess, there must be something wrong!" screamed back Sabeda.

They continued to fight and never bothered about Jawad, arriving at home to the doorstep. He walked through his room, depressed, in despair and grief. Humorless, no joy, just jaded! Everything was hell around Jawad's world but this is not his real story that could begin with. He was having a perspective that might get him into his selfish needs. His maturity growth turns out to be late because of his own folly or may be, people around him that created his jaded attitude. The only mental support was his sister, Abeda, who was gone for the boarding school forever.

Same dreams, disturbing him to sleep. Breatheless it is.

The nightmares traumatized him to the core that convinced him for a shocking step that no one should do. Hence, his headache shook the bed that felt a little innuendo-ish. He thought of getting up to the rooftop for a relaxation. He slowly walked through there and saw the stars that were cloud-capped. For everyone, it was just a regular day but him, there would be a bit sad but the eventful year.

He walked through the rooftops and was attempting to think something of a happier moment that wrenches his heart. Until the same memories coming round and that, the clock ticked by twelve o clock at midnight. The late 90s did lacked his innocence because of the love that he needed and someone to share greatly with.

The voices hurt his ear that continuously created a havoc on his head. The screams from his parents, the fight from his frienemy and his supporting system in the boarding school which might disconnect the contact with.