The For Number One
1: Prologue

In this world there are some things that are more annoying than just waiting for a slow internet connection. In my dictionary, that's when someone keeps glaring at you for hours.

Seen with an unfriendly gaze is not painful or life-threatening, but it is very disturbing.

My name is Harsa, fifteen years old, the last of three children with two older sisters and just entered SMU a few months ago. Don't have any special hobbies, average grades, average height and face? please don't talk about my face because no matter what I look like, this face of mine is the gift above.

If you want to compare me to something, just compare me to the grass on the football field.

Inversely with my two brothers.

They are popular, beautiful, smart in all fields, in addition to their socialization skills such as making the people around him like a magnet. We are brothers, but the lives of the three of us are completely opposite.

Just by being present in the same place as me, it was enough to make my existence sink and be forgotten. Whether it's at home or at school, they're the center of attention and the source of pride while I'm just a shadow behind their backs.

I will not blindly blame them. Because I know, the problem is not with them but with me. Other than my poor academic ability, my socialist ability makes no difference either. Because of that now my friend can even be counted with the finger.

Because I am normal, I must have felt jealous of both of them and wanted to surpass them. That's why I tried desperately to realize that hope, but unfortunately. All my efforts ended in failure. A great failure. And those failures are not just one or two in number.

From the beginning, there were many people who, if I had no talent.

I used to think that people who talk like that are just underworked to take care of my interests, but it seems I was wrong. They're just telling the truth, they're trying to tell me that what I'm going to is absolutely impossible for me to achieve.

I'm normal, I'm ordinary, I don't have the talent to be like my brothers.

And once I realized that, I gave up and stopped trying. In addition, along with my hopes that had run aground earlier, it seemed like some of my feelings were also lost. I was no longer angry when I lost, I was no longer upset when something hit me, and even I felt nothing more when I was remidial.

Smelly toilets that are visited every day over time no longer smell because the nose becomes accustomed. The toilet still smelled, but his nose began to think it was no longer a problem. I don't know since when I got used to failure, and because of that if I fail. All of that I'll just take as an interemzo.

But what I wanted to tell you was not them, but a girl who kept glaring at me during class hours.

Her name is Lisa Aprilia, commonly called April. OSIS members, class leaders, first-class icons, and record holders of the highest school entrance test scores.

When talking physically, the most prominent thing from him is his small body.

During the measurements a week ago, I heard the gym teacher say that he was only a hundred and forty-two inches tall. In addition to his short body, a cute face similar to the SD child he has also makes someone difficult to forget.

Even though I haven't spoken to him in four months, I know from a distance that he's not someone I can handle. To me, he's too glare to see.

If my relationship with her remains as it is then everything will be fine, but what I want once again is not granted.

In addition to having the traits I mentioned above, he also has a very troublesome ambition. An ambition that forced me to bond with him until next semester.

He wants to beat both my brothers.

And to be able to beat both of them the first thing he has to do is beat me, that's what he said two weeks ago. With that absurd excuse, he challenged me to fight over the one rangking in school.

Please don't tell me my problem is light.

What he did was really disturbing.

Now imagine and choose for yourself. Which one did you choose, given a super-sick injection that only felt for three seconds or intense itching for a day?

One over.

In addition to his age is already exhausted, sick or killed, there are also people who die of suicide or go crazy because his life is constantly plagued by debt, poverty and others. So in conclusion, my problem is not at all light.

Now you know how powerful the interference is? especially if you don't know how to get rid of it.

Moving to another school? no way!

My parents were not rich even though they were not poor, other than that the nearest school was on the border of the city. If I move there the cost it takes could be double. So I crossed off that idea.

I'm not a very good child, but of course I still think of my parents even though they rarely mention the name of this child in front of others. I don't want to burden them just because of my personal problems.

All I can do now is sigh and scold myself.

“Original.”

The next few months can guarantee my life will be a mess. If I die, I might be a ghost.