Askun

You probably miss ExChapter 23 that I posted yesterday because of the way I sort the chapter.

This is the start of Volume 2 which mean. And here's a new cover.

The memory of my previous life. I will say is the most precious thing. Every moment is everything to me. I remember when I was in fourth-grade primary school, I use to skip class and hang out with a friend of mine that lives in a slum. Is funny, right? Why a rich second generation hanging out with people in the slum. I can't help it... The 'friend' I had in school is the same rich second generation. They are bratty kids that entitled to the world. And I, I was being bullied at school. Why am I being bullied you may ask? Is because of my appearance.

My feminine appearance gets me bullied, I am a boy but behave and look like a girl. The one I blame for all of this is my mother. You may ask why do you don't ask the teachers or your parents if you are bullied at school. Well, I try once, but it didn't go as I thought. The teacher only ask the one who bullied me to apologise and that was it. Afterwards, they continue what they were doing. Even if I tell the teacher once again they wouldn't bunch. My parents can't do anything either. Because apparently, the one who bullied me is the son of a big boss that my father was afraid to offend. So I was left alone being bullied at school. I even ask my father to transfer me to different schools but my father insists on me staying and getting along with my bully. He asks me to carry a favour to my bully. Hearing that, I fall into despair. My mother has a big argument with my father that night and I couldn't sleep. So the next day, I decided to skip school.

The day I first skip school is the day I meet a friend of mine who lives in the slum. He is a nice guy who treated me really well. He is my best friend. He keeps me company and plays with me while I skip school. He shows me how the poor live their life and bring me to a nice little adventure.

We walk alongside the river, hike the nearby hills and create a treehouse in a big tree near the highway. But like any good memory, it didn't last long. I remember when some kid, supposedly his enemy asking for a fight. But he refuses, instead he holds my hand and ran away into the highway. I think he refuses because of me. He wants to protect me. I want to tell him that I can fight too, but he already dragged me ran away so I didn't have the chance. His enemy chase after us. So he keeps on running deep into the highway, blocking many cars and nearly creating multiple collision pileups. Eventually, his enemy stop chasing us because a police car appears. The police take us into custody and call our parents. That day was the last day I saw him.