The boy was sad.
But he was only sad.
He didn't blame them.
At most, when he felt wronged, he'd grumble to himself a little.
He might decide on his own that since they were ignoring him, he'd ignore them too...
But what they'd done today had truly made him angry.
How could they go to his mother and say bad things about him?!
The boy had just raised his hand.
Then, as if he'd thought of something, he stopped.
He got up and walked to the bed.
He pulled over a pillow.
As if venting, he pounded on it several times.
Whenever he thought of what had happened earlier, he felt like he couldn't catch his breath.
He felt especially frustrated.
Especially angry.
Especially aggrieved.
It was like something was clogging his heart, but he had no idea how to let it out.
The boy took several deep breaths.
He dropped the pillow.
Then he returned to his desk.
The purple grapes caught his eye.
Still feeling resentful, he ate the rest of them.
"Phew~"
"Smack~"
The boy slapped his cheeks with both hands.
The boy managed to calm down.
He picked up his pen.
The one thing he could be grateful for...
was that his mother hadn't pressed him about it.
Though her attitude still made him feel uneasy.
He didn't know what she was thinking.
And he didn't dare ask.
He was like an ostrich.
Since his mother wasn't asking, he was happy to pretend nothing had happened.
The boy knocked himself on the head.
Why was he spacing out again?
He shouldn't think about it. His mother had decided not to pursue the matter.
He should forget about what had happened, too.
After spending a long time and putting in