3 Day 3 Part 1

Third day this story has been published. What is even happening? I mean, come on, be a man you little piece of sh*t!!!

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The boy woke up and looked out of the hole in the closet door and saw that his home was trashed and that they luckily had not taken his PC. He got out of the closet and saw that his front door was open so he walked over and closed it.

Everything was ruined. And then he walked over to the fridge and saw that he had lost a cucumber. His body trembled slightly when he saw that but he calmed himself down.

Then he heard a ringing noise and saw that his landline was calling. So he walked over and simply answered it.

"Hello? Is this Mr. Hay?" An old woman's voice was heard through the landline.

"Yes. This is Mr. Hay." The boy answered and then he heard a cough from the old woman.

"I, I have heard of your genius before Mr. Hay. Thank you for choosing our school. You don't need to take the entrance exam." She said and the boy was fine with it.

"Alright. But can I get a room for myself and will I be considered a scholarship student then?" I asked the old woman over the phone.

"Yes. Then I would like to set up a meeting between the two of us. Does today in the afternoon sound good to you?"

"Sure. Then goodbye."

"Yes, goodbye." The old woman said in a gentle tone of voice.

The boy walked into the bathroom and began to take a shower which he hadn't done in a long time. After the shower he walked over to his closet and picked out some nice clothes and then he walked in front of the door to the outside...

He gulped and began to shake. The boy hadn't been outside for such a long time. Not after all of that happened. He wanted to get back to society but society had abandoned him. So the only thing he could do was isolate himself in this dark room where no one could find him.

But now, now he would go outside after all this while. He was scared but happy. The boy was confused about his feelings and he couldn't stop the rapid beating of his weak heart which had been broken many times before.

He put his hand on the doorknob and he felt adrenaline enter his veins as he slowly pushed it down and opened the door...