A Strange Occurrence

Mr. Jones by saying "come in" permeated him to enter. Mr. Morrison entered and closed the door. Tom who was sitting on the right seat stood up in his regards. 

The math teacher didn't even bother standing and told Mr. Morrison to sit by waving his hand.

Mr. Jones closed the book which he pretended to read and pushed it to the corner of the table. He ordered the janitor to bring a cup of tea for his guest. After the tea arrived.

"To not waste any time, I'll go straight to the point…Your son broke my car's glass without any reason. He is very disobedient," started talking Mr. Jones.

Mr. Morrison looked at Tom but Tom couldn't make eye contact with him.

"I know Tom very well, I don't think it's his doing sir," said Mr. Morrison.

"But I'm sure it was him. After hearing the sound of a glass breaking, looked outside from the window…I couldn't believe it!... he didn't even try to run away!"

Tom's patience didn't last. As you know he gets angry quickly. He stood up in aggression:

"It wasn't me, I swear. I wasn't even close to the car. After the glass broke, I went closer to see what had happened… believe me,"

Mr. Jones had kicked Tom out of the class without any reason a few minutes before the accident.

He hated Tom more than other students and no one knew why.

Some said that it was because, on the first day they met, Tom defended the boy whom Mr. Jones was humiliating in front of everyone.

The teacher stood up in anger:

"QUIET! Are you saying that I'm a liar?! How impudent you are!"

Mr. Morrison immediately entered the discussion:

"Please don't upset yourself. I'll punish him myself,"

"What??!" was the first thing that passed through Tom's mind. Why Mr. Morrison didn't believe him? Are you saying that he trusts a stranger's words more than his stepson's?! 

Tom broke the few-seconds silence:

"I haven't done anything, why should I get punished?!"

Mr. Morrison said with anger:

"LOWER YOUR VOICE, it's plausible for you to have done foolish things when you get angry this quickly. Get out!"

"Of course, if you allow me," said Mr. Morrison to Mr. Jones.

after calming down, Mr. Jones who seemed like he had achieved his goal didn't reject. But Tom was persistent:

"I won't go… I want to talk,"

"I said get out this instant!" stood up Mr. Morrison and said in anger.

Tears gathered in Tom's dark eyes. He had never seen Mr. Morrison this angry and got upset because he didn't believe his words.

It was the first time that it had happened. He lowered his head and left the room until he heard something:

"Wait beside the car,"

Tom Martin exited the room and closed the door. The school was already closed and students had gone to their homes.

As he was wiping his tears out with his sleeves, passed the corridor and entered the yard. He sobbingly sat under the tree that Mr. Morrison's car was parked at.

That day, was the tenth day of the new academic year, and being punished for disciplinary action was not a good thing.

Tom's happy and playful personality was undeniable but this happiness was paradoxical with his weird angriness.

Nobody knew why Tom gets angry so quickly. Maybe it is one of the Tom's problems? No one is perfect and everyone has one or two problems at least. 

Tom was trying to end his crying:

"I messed up again… I harmed him again like a burden…" These feelings ate Tom from inside like how an ant would destroy a wood.

"Get on," he heard a voice ten minutes later. 

Mr. Morrison angrily pointed out Tom to get in the car. Tom lethargically stood up and sat on the seat next to the driver's, and Mr. Morrison turned the car on and left the school.

The streets were empty and quiet and hardly any car passed by them. Tom was sitting silently and he hardly could prevent his sobs caused by his cries to make Uncle Jeffry not notice.

He had done it so bad that Mr. Morrison had already noticed it but didn't say anything.

eventually, after a few minutes, the calm returned to the boy's body and he could control himself.

He was sitting quietly and didn't look at Mr. Morrison's eyes. Mr. Morrison also with a smile on his face, kept his eyes on the road. 

Tom looked at Mr. Morrison's face once in a while to check his facial expression.

At one time Mr. Morrison also looked at Tom at the same time and Tom, to show that he was upset with him turned his body opposite of Mr. Morrison's to look outside the window until a sound of screech rose from the chair.

"It's so good, right?" said Mr. Morrison.

"W-what?"

"I'm talking about the seat covers. Its quality is so good,"

Tom without saying anything agreed to him by nodding.

Mr. Morrison who saw the lack of enthusiasm from his stepson, didn't say anything else.

A few minutes passed until they reached a red traffic light. Tom was still silent. Mr. Morrison was about to say something but paused after hearing a voice:

"Hey old man, which museum did you steal this old rusty car from?"

Two young men in their twenties behind the red light, inside a stylish and new car were beside them. Mr. Morrison and Tom looked at them simultaneously.

"It's not that old guys. She has not even passed the age of eighteen," said Mr. Morrison. 

The two lads laughed so hard. The blonde boy who was also the driver said:

"Eighteen?! I thought it was at most five. Obviously, you don't know the meaning of old. Or maybe you can't afford more than this rusty one. You can be a janitor for our company if you want,"

Tom became angry again after hearing them and wondered why Mr. Morrison doesn't say anything to them.

"At least he hasn't gotten this car from his daddy," said Tom sarcastically.

That other guy who was fat started talking:

"Look at this old man! He doesn't dare to say anything and brings the boy to talk,"

Mr. Morrison, quiet and without any reaction was sitting and looking ahead.

"Why aren't you answering them?! They are mocking you!" said Tom to Mr. Morrison.

"Arguing and messing with a fool show that you too are just a fool. So better to not insult your conscious,"

Two boys were laughing. Mr. Morrison didn't react to them but Tom couldn't stay still:

"All right, I'll take care of them myself,"

Tom opened the door to get off but Mr. Morrison stopped him.

"Calm down and stay still. Don't get angry so fast, control yourself, understand?" said Mr. Morrison seriously.

The young Martin unwillingly sat and was looking at the two boys who were making fun of them. He was so angry that his brown eyes had turned a little red. Mr. Morrison broke the silence:

"Here it is, the green light,"

When they were twenty meters away, they suddenly heard a loud sound from behind.

"What was that?!" asked Tom in confusion.

Mr. Morrison parked the car on the corner of the street, looked behind him from the side mirror:

"Weird! Their car's tires exploded,"