Hope for life

In the most ordinary city, on the most ordinary street, in the same house perfectly similar to other houses, there lived a completely unusual boy. True, this boy did not like his peculiarity, he wanted to be like everyone else, to be loved, bought beautiful clothes, pampered with sweets and given gifts for every holiday. However, he has already lost count of how many times he made a cherished wish: "I want everything to end." And so, fate finally took pity on the poor boy, who was tired of waiting for a miracle.   ***   A small, inconspicuous boy, whom no one ever paid attention to, or paid attention to, but only to offend or scold, sat on the last desk and looked out the window at the crystal-clear drops of water. They quickly flowed down pushing each other, gathering in a small stream on not clean glass. This day was no different for him from others of the same kind, the boy even wondered if he had fallen into a time loop, about which he had heard from some program that was shown on TV when he was washing dishes. This boy does not even suspect how much his life will change today.   On behalf of Harry Potter :   – Potter! I'm talking to you, young man," the voice of an enraged teacher sounded like thunder in my ear. A wave of giggles went through the class. – Yes, sir. I'm sorry, I didn't hear your question, – I tried to give my voice as much respect as possible, but it hardly helps me. – I asked a question, Potter, tell me about Newton's laws of motion, – the teacher looked at me with a piercing, expectant look of black eyes. A shiver ran down my back, a small drop of sweat rolled down my forehead. "I do not know, sir," I said slowly, glancing from under my brows at the teacher's reaction. To my disappointment, he gave me a sharp look and walked over to his desk. – You will stay after school, Mr. Potter, – he said, simultaneously writing down my name on some piece of paper, - in our school there are well–known methods of influencing negligent students like you. These words really hurt me, because I am one of the best students in the physics class, and this is my only blunder in this subject this year. I had no choice but to answer : – Yes, sir, – the voice broke off a little from annoyance, and I noticed a look full of disappointment sent from the teacher. – Let's get back to the topic of the lesson...   ***   I stood at the entrance to the office with my hand on the door, not daring to knock. Finally having made up his mind, he raised his hand and knocked, with an uneven and nervous knock, to my regret. The door opened, and the teacher pointed to a place near his desk. – Come on in, Mr. Potter, what are you worth. – my stomach did a somersault, as I have heard about stories related to this teacher. All those who visited his office for some reason stopped smiling, eating, and judging by the darkness that lay under his eyes, sleeping too. Even our local weirdo Charlize, always laughing at his failures, turned into a twitchy and intimidated. With wooden legs, I approached the indicated place and followed the actions of the teacher. He went to a drawer in his desk and took out a pointer. The puzzle slowly began to take shape in my head. I involuntarily took a step back. – Where are you going, you need to be responsible for your actions, – and with a sharp movement he grabbed my hand, – Stretch out your hand, Mr. Potter. I had no choice but to obey, stretching out my arms, I closed my eyes so as not to see how the teacher was swinging, or traces of blows.   *** On behalf of the author   The boy, making his way through the bushes, quickly ran, first from the teacher, then from the interested policemen, now just to nowhere. Scarlet blood drips from his hands, his knees are broken, his clothes are wet through. A strong wind was blowing, the rain had long turned into a wall of downpour. Huge drops, falling on the shoulders with great speed, caused even more pain to the poor boy. Hot tears rolled down the face with regular features, but still with a childish swelling, they flowed in an endless stream, closing the place to the eye, because of which Harry fell again and again, getting even more wounds. Shoulder-length jet-black hair stuck to her neck. He collapsed weakly under the edge of the trees, clinging to the mighty trunk of an oak, tucked his legs to his body and dropped his head on them. The tears were over, but the boy was shivering, his small shoulders shuddered with every breath.