Kurai Noberusu

  I had a go at being someone different for a change. Literally. It was quite weird, yet it felt like I was meant to be that person. As I reminisce on the past, the extraordinary experience I had.   I was quite a obstreperous boy. Never handed in homework, slept in class, the usual stereotype. In a sense, I was a delinquent. With all these, I still had to put up with ruffians, bullies whom have been on my tail since the beginning of 8 th grade.   “Hey Mason! Wanna play?” yelled a voice.   “Nevil Alberts.” I said, trembling with fear.   ‘Why? Don’t like the name? Cuz it’ll be the last you’ll hear!”   I started running. Running for my life. From a distance, I heard Nevil commanding his gang to chase after me. I was quite accustomed to running, when you have a death squad wanting to kill you, you don’t just stand there and embrace for impact.   I stopped running. Not because I couldn’t run anymore but rather, I wanted the bullies to beat me ...