Hello! This is Clacie. I am the one who manages the blog and do other things such as telling no12 to finish the story faster, changing the appearance of this blog, post something (for example the blog introduction) and so on. In short, I am a manager in this blog.
...Actually, I don’t know what else to write so I’ll tell you how I got ‘Clacie’.
After I did my chemistry homework, for some reason there is this compound that keeps appearing in my head... and that is CaCl2
Then I changed the order a bit and add ie at the end so it becomes Clacie.
Oh, a few days ago an anon told us his/her story and the story was so long that it had a continuation... but I think it’s not finished yet. Maybe it wasn’t sent or something?
I think that’s all, please keep reading our updates even though the chapter one is long. I will nag no12 so that the next chapter will be shorter.
Halo! Ini Clacie. Aku yang mengatur blog ini dan juga melakukan hal-hal lain seperti menyuruh no12 untuk menyelesaikan ceritanya lebih cepat, mengubah penampilan blog ini, mempost sesuatu (misalnya perkenalan blog ini), dll. Bisa dibilang aku adalah manager dari blog ini.
...Sebenarnya, aku tak tau lagi apa yang harus kutulis jadi akan kuberi tau bagaimana aku mendapatkan ‘Clacie’.
Setelah aku mengerjakan pr kimiaku, entah kenapa ada satu senyawa yang terus terpikir di kepalaku... dan itu adalah CaCl2
Lalu aku mengubah urutannya sedikit dan menambahkan ie di belakang dan jadilah Clacie.
Oh, beberapa hari yang lalu ada seorang anon yang menceritakan ceritanya dan cerita itu sangat panjang sampai ada kelanjutannya... tapi menurutku itu belum selesai. Mungkin tak kekirim atau apa?
Aku pikir itu saja, terus baca cerita kami walaupun chapter satunya panjang. Akan kuomeli no12 supaya chapter selanjutnya akan lebih pendek.
n012 hereeeee I’m one of ‘three person’ that was mentioned in the introduction~
n012 is read as noiz/noise by the way. I’ll be acting as the English writer and the temporary illustrator (till we found one :v my drawing is so messy :v).
Weeell~ I’m so happy that there are actually some people who would tell their part of story, I’ll try to finish the second introduction chapter as fast as I can~!
I’m not a native speaker or some kind of language expert so if you find any mistake in the grammar or vocabulary that I use, please tell me ok~?
Ah, there’s someone who asked about our ‘motive’ for making a site like this, so I’ll answer it here~
*clears throat
Actually because the students at our school seems to be -very- unmotivated to do anything, a certain teacher decided to give us a project to do whatever project that can bring about something productive or positive and that project must be something that we can CONTINUE (which is the hard part, but I’ll try to try doing my best) and from there, we’ve decided to make this kind of .......
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what kind of site is this?
....we’ve decided to make THIS SITE.
Because by making this site, we (hope) that we can improve our skills (language, writing, communication, web-design, etc) and at the same time be even a little useful for the society(?).
wow , I’ve typed quite a lot. I should drag the other two to introduce themselves too.
no12 di siniii Aku adalah salah satu dari ketiga orang yang telah disebutkan di Introduction (Perkenalan).
no12 dibaca noiz/noise. Aku sebagai penulis cerita dalam bahasa Inggris dan ilustrator sementara (sampai kami mendapatkan illutrator yang sebenarnya :v gambarku sangat berantakan :v)
Yaaa~ Aku sangat senang ada juga orang yang menceritakan cerita mereka, jadi aku akan menyelesaikan chapter kedua secepat mungkin~!
Aku bukan ahli bahasa, jadi kalau ada kesalahan di tatabahasa atau kosakata yang aku gunakan, beri tau aku ya?~
Ah, ada orang yang menanyakan tujuan kami membuat situs seperti ini, jadi aku akan menjawabnya di sini~
Sebenarnya karena murid di sekolah kami sepertinya -sangat- tak ada motivasi untuk melakukan apapun, salah seorang guru kami memutuskan untuk memberikan kami projek untuk melakukan apapun yang produktig dan mempunyai dampak positif dan projek tersebut haruslah yang bisa DILANJUTKAN (inilah bagian tersusahnya, tapi saya akan berusaha sebaik mungkin) dan dari itu, kami memutuskan untuk membuat...
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Situs macam apa ini?
....kami memutuskan untuk membuat SITUS INI.
Karena dengan situs ini, kami (harap) kami bisa meningkatkan kemampuan kami (berbahasa, menulis, desain web, dll) dan di saat yang bersamaan, menjadi lebih sedikit berguna bagi masyarakat(?).
wow, aku sudah ketik banyak. Aku sebaiknya menyeret dua yang lain untuk memperkenalkan diri mereka juga.
However, actually most people don’t perceive the word ‘class’ that way.
Instead, they perceive it more frequently as a <type of relation>.
And that type of relation is different for every person.
My name is Hilfe. I’m a 15-year-old boy. I’ve been in a <class> since I first received formal education, so I made a summary about the types of relationship in a class:
A person can be very important to another person.
That’s when the other person is called <best friend>
A person can easily talk to another person and can follow the conversation well, or even enjoy it.
That’s when the other person is called <friend>
A person doesn’t really feel bothered by the other person and he/she doesn’t really talk that much with that person yet still holds some conversation sometimes if needed.
That’s when the other person is called <classmate>
A person feels uncomfortable with the other person and thus tries to avoid him/her consciously or subconsciously or even talk trash about that person.
That’s when the other person is called <weirdo>
A person hates the other person and mocks, slanders or even harms them. Sometimes he/she can feel like killing the other person.
That’s when the other person is called <enemy>
There are other relationship such as <lover>, <teacher>, and others. Notwithstanding those examples, let’s go ahead as it’s already dragging on.
It’s not like I’ll be one…
*cries at the corner*
I’ll just tell you the relationship I can relate myself with the most;
When a person feels superior to the other person and is backed up with the physical power, wealth, or connection (this is the most common one), he/she tends to bring harm to the other person to show that he/she is greater than the other person. This may be because they want to tell the world this:
Hey look, there’s this person who is very lame, I’m way better than him/her right?
Or maybe they’re just purely addicted to schadenfreude.
Well, I’ll never understand.
After all, I am that <other person>
The <bullied one>
And hereby is the story of that me, the self that could’ve been you:
Drip drip
Drop by drop, the sky started to cry, yet the class didn’t stop. The teacher at that time was demonstrating how to solve the equation on an abacus; howbeit there were barely a few students that were paying attention. The time was drifting off for some of them whose eyelids have gotten heavier while the others were either doing something by themselves or exchanging messages in papers.
But, I was not there.
Sitting meekly in the dark alleyway behind the school, that was me.
Drip drip
The clear sound of the dripping rain falling on the concrete floor was heard by me too. The difference was just that I was hit by the rain just like the concrete. The raindrops quickly flowed from my forehead to my eyes, taking my tears together with them before trailing on the swollen parts and merging with the traces of blood. And like that, the contaminated drops were taken along by the gravity to join a muddy puddle.
“It hurts…”
– was all I could say.
After all what could I’ve done about it?
Despite my mind saying that I should return to the class, I couldn’t even lift a finger. A lethargic feeling diffused throughout my body because of the dejecting coup d’oeil of the messy state I’m in.
If I go back, then what?
If I stay here, then what?
With a little effort I dwelled on it and neither of them seemed favorable.
Then why don’t I choose the more convenient one?
I closed my eyes, inducing the time to drift away.
After all, I just hate bothersome and hurtful things.
It’s easier to run away.
Yet, why couldn’t the tears stop?
Repeating the cycle until I forgot to count, I indulged myself in false resignation.
When I opened my eyes, the horizon was glowing with majestic orange light and the sun was nodding off and graciously acceded to the moon’s conquest. Ah, so it’s already this late. Sighing at myself, I reluctantly stood and started to pick up my dirty bag along with the stuffs in it that have scattered everywhere.
There was no need to bring the books home as their contents have turned into random smudges because of the tranquil rain, nevertheless I still took them. Maybe they somehow reminded me of myself. On the dark joke I chuckled by myself, before putting a blank expression and turned on my heels.
On my way home, I caught a glimpse of some children playing with bubbles. The bubbles’ iridescence fascinated me as the color kept changing and besides that, the children’s bright and innocent smiles was very heartwarming.
I wonder whether I smiled like that too in the past?
Not realizing that I was standing idly all this time, I was surprised by the fluffy sensation encircling my feet. When I looked downwards, what I saw was a bright orange-furred cat which was looking back at me with guiless big blue eyes. I crouched and patted the cat gently.
“Sorry, I don’t have any food with me…”
The cat didn’t hear me so it just purred cutely. Led by the warmth surging inside, a smile inadvertently formed on my face.
Not long after that, I went home and slept again.
Today I learned and gained nothing.
But, it’s okay.
I don’t really mind it.
That was what I whispered to myself, yet the violence and terror in my dreams became tears without me knowing.
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“Ugh!”
An acute feeling of pain assaulted my stomach and at the same time the sole of a shoe was projecting itself on my favorite ivory sweater.
“Are you messing with me!? I told you to hand me some money by today, you useless piece of trash!”
The loud voice of the bulky person in front of me made my ears ring horribly. I couldn’t cover my ears as both of my hands were embracing the horrid pain on my stomach. The people behind him were laughing as if they sighted a humorous Pierrot and that raucous laughter sent chills down my spine.
I tried to answer desperately to prevent them from hitting me again but I could just cough up my saliva. And as I feared, one of them landed a kick on me once again. Because of my small stature, I was flown off effortlessly by the opposing vector. After that, I coughed up a mouthful of saliva again and this time with vestige of blood.
The bulky person then came close, crouching, he smirked sickeningly to the point that I couldn’t budge an inch.
“Guess I have no choice but to play with you.”
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The memory after that was very fuzzy.
When I realized, I was lying again near a puddle of muddy water that seemed redder than before. I mustered the scant strength I had and leant on the wall that seemed colder than before.
Drip drip
Drop by drop, drips of red liquid fell off from my forehead and added a new color on my sweater. When I touched my forehead, my fingers were stained in red. The reminiscence on how that wound was inflicted was replayed very clearly, except that the scene was achromatic. I touched the cut on my left arm and the same thing occurred. And I remembered that one of them brought a cutter. Here and there, there were proofs of blood escaping.
But I wonder…
….why did the place that hurt the most didn’t bleed?
I held my chest in wonder before I felt light-headed.
The world became blurry and soon turned black.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a red sunset. It was very beautiful yet somehow, seeing that, I felt very miserable and began to cry. I cried and cried until the sleepy sun retired so that the earth’s shadow would hide my swollen red eyes. In the gloomy night, questions kept passing back and forth.
Why me?
I didn’t even bother them.
If it is not me, then would it be another person?
What will that person think?
Will it be the same as what I think?
Will he feel the same as me?
In the first place, why does anyone need to be bullied?
Why are there people who bully?
Why do they bully someone?
In what way behaving cruelly is entertaining?
How can humans feel pleasure by hurting someone?
Why is human made that way?
What is the purpose of having that emotion?
Asking questions that I couldn’t answer brought no result. So I just stood up staggeringly.
“Again without learning anything….”
I sighed as I dragged my tattered bag and limbs to the glimmering city. Of course, I washed my cuts and bruises beforehand. Still, it was such a pity that the tap water couldn’t wash away the pain too.
On my way home, I saw delicious looking bread on the bakery showcase. My stomach grumbled loudly, throwing tantrum because I had not eaten anything since this morning. I realized that the pain in my stomach has overshadowed the hunger afterward. I was inclined to buy the bread, but inside my bag there were just crumpled papers and an emptied pencil case, so I could just stare at it for a while before sighing lightly.
Wandering my focus elsewhere, I began to saunter by the surroundings. I was in no particular rush to go home. After all, there wouldn’t be anyone waiting for me so it was okay. Still, the cold breeze of the night smarted the wounds and caused me to shiver.
“I really should go home….”
I sped up my pace as I exhaled in attempt to warm my numb hands. I went past many merry stores, warm houses and happy people, so I abased my presence by walking under the shadows of closed stores, run-down buildings and uncondemning people.
Halfway, I saw a shimmering night river under an arching brick bridge that fascinated me. I hopped on the bridge railing and sat on it. With my partly swollen left eyes I gaze through a finger telescope. The greenery around the riverbank looked like a frame bordering a priceless painting of a moon. The moon was blue and felt more distant than usual yet it was more beautiful.
I couldn’t help but to smile.
Although the scenery didn’t speak a word, they reassured me.
Click
Has this part of me separated me from the wish to go away from this world?
The gears has connected.
I see….so this is how it works…
The world was not wrong….
The world was not horrible….
The people inside it had wronged it.
Bracing my knees, I tried to warm myself up so that I could continue to view the unnoticed miracle. This kind of sedative ambience naturally invited the forgotten fatigue to make me feel like leaving my body. I’ve just stepped a foot into the dreamland when I was stopped, by faint voices that seems thundering.
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Two youths were strolling through a park which lights were flickering and attracting curious insects. One of them seemed boorish. He was wearing his uniform with its sleeve rolled upwards, emphasizing the robust muscles of his arm that looked as if would crush the soda can in its grip. In contrast to him, the other youth was slender. He had an ostentatious fashion style and was wearing an oversized sunglasses to accent his face that had a discomforting smile, the type of guy that would strike one as being slithery as snake.
“Hey, wanna go grab a bite?”
The bulky youth suggested as he opened the can with an unnecessarily strong force that made a large thuck.
“Sure, but I’ve just spent all of my money in the arcade.”
A light flashed through the slit of the gaudy youth’s pocket before soon to be picked.
“Heh, what a bummer”
In a bad mood, the bulky youth gulped down the soda messily, making most of them spill.
“Ah…that hits the spot…”
“Yeah, yeah”
The gaudy youth replied indifferently as he skimmed through the notifications on his phone. The bulky youth just remained quiet and with a sidelong glance he ‘observed’ the other youth that would start grinning or chuckling randomly. Wandering his view to the black sky, he came up with something.
The slender youth was chatting in his SNS when he was forced to take a few step forward because of the impact on his back, nearly dropping his lifeline.
“What the heck are you doing!?”
“You said you have problem with money?” the bulky youth asked him with a smug look
“I’m sure that wimp can at least support our dry wallets, he must’ve hid some cash.”
The gaudy youth was dumbfounded, then a repulsive smug look infected him too.
“That’s true.”
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‘This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. This is bad!!!’ I could only reproduce a coward sentence in my mind. My limbs were all aquiver, responding to my malfunctioned brain. Why of all times!? I protested inside of my mind as I knew I didn’t have the courage to raise my voice. The instant I heard their voice I ran as swift as I could and hid behind the underbrushes, they shouldn’t have seen me…. ah, ah…I hope they won’t find me. I joined my shuddering hands to cover my mouth that may cry craven at any time.
‘Just leave please!’
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“Man…but where can we find him?” wondered the bulky youth as he finished the rest of the drink.
“Hm…probably we can get his address from the faculty room?”
Not bothered to think, the slender youth just answered randomly.
Clack
With a fear inspiring force, the can in the bulky youth hand was crushed –
“If we do that –“
– before being tossed
“how troublesome –“
– and falling down again
“Do you think –“
– and ultimately to be kicked
“It will be –“
– and sent flying away
“huh!!?”
– to the underbrushes.
Rustle
“Ah –!“
Silence reigned before the slender youth opened his mouth.
“This…is that wimp’s voice!?”
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‘THIS IS BAD. THIS IS BAD. THIS IS BAD. THIS IS BAD. THIS IS BAD. THIS IS BAD. THIS IS BAD.’ I could only reproduce a frenetic sentence in my mind. My trembling hands had just barely managed to hold back my mouth from producing more noise.
‘A-anyways, I need to get out of here..!’
Rustle
“Hey, wait you –!”
Ah, ah no nononononononononononono they’re clearly chasing me!
“You –!”
The bulky guy then suddenly picked up stones and threw them to my direction.
“..You’re joking, right…”
I whispered shiveringly to myself as I ran without looking back again. I could already feel my tears welling up a little in desperateness and anxiety.
I continued to run as fast as I can, I didn’t care about the grasses that drew more scratches on my already tattered legs and ignored the branches that made the traverses on my skin merrier.
Run run run run, get away from them, until they can’t chase me! Until they can’t find me!
That was the single thought that was constantly spun anew in my mind that drove me to my limits. In the seemingly endless riverbank, I couldn’t be bothered to see the scenery that changes at every step.
Just a little more, just a little more…! I’m sure just a little more!
Even though I’m not sure how ‘little’ it was,
If I kept this up then –
For sure –
Thuck
Huh?
Attacked by an unexpected pain at the back of my head, I was in a stupor –
And lost my balance.
As I fell I thought,
‘Ah right, he was throwing stones’
‘How careless of me’
All of sudden my eyes felt very heavy and started to close,
Before my body touched the shadowed surface of the cold river water.
And drowning into it.
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“Where was he!?”
Inside the bluish darkness, I was surprisingly still awake.
“Damn where did he go?! It was so dark and I can’t see well”
Huh?
They can’t find me….?
“Did he dive to the river to run away, I heard a splash”
Ah –
“Don’t be crazy, there’s no way that loser would have the nerve do that”
“That’s true, he must’ve hid somewhere again like a rat”
They insulted me –
“Whatever, this is a waste of time, let’s go…”
But still they can’t find me…
“Huh, next time I see him, I’ll beat the pulp out of him”
Hello! This is a site where you can freely express your feelings (especially the problems that you might be having) anonymously, or if you want you can use your account. We’ll make a story based on your problems and provide you a solution. Of course, not all problems will be solved because we’re just a three-person group. Tell us your problems by clicking the ‘ask’ button.
The story are available in two languages, English and Indonesian. The Indonesian version might come out later than the English one.
The first two chapters are the beginning of the story, so for those two chapters we won’t use your problems yet. But, the continuation of the story will be based on your problems.
We’ll try our best to help you with your problems. If you think our answers weren’t satisfying, we’ll provide you with another solution and post it separated from the main story.
Try it, it won’t hurt!
Halo! Ini adalah situs dimana kamu bisa mengungkapkan perasaanmu (terutama masalah-masalah yang sedang kamu alami) secara anonim (tanpa nama) atau kalau mau bisa menggunakan account kamu. Kami akan membuat cerita berdasarkan masalah-masalah yang kamu berikan dan kami akan memberikan solusinya. Tentunya, tidak semua masalah kalian akan kami jawab, karena kami hanya bertiga. Beri tau masalah kamu dengan cara klik 'ask’.
Cerita kami tersedia dalam dua bahasa, Inggris dan Indonesia. Yang bahasa Indonesia mungkin akan keluar lebih lama daripada yang Inggris.
Chapter pertama dan kedua adalah permulaan dari ceritanya, jadi kami tidak akan menggunakan masalah kamu sebagai referensi untuk kedua chapter tersebut. Tapi untuk cerita selanjutnya, kami akan membuatnya berdasarkan masalah-masalah kamu.
Kami akan berusaha membantumu menyelesaikan masalahmu. Kalau kamu merasa bahwa cerita kami tidak memuaskan, kami akan memberikan solusi lain dan mempostnya terpisah dari cerita.
