04/06/15

I don’t know if he has something to prove but I hope he is aware that I can hear what is telling the kids since my window is open.

He plans on making a ‘surprise’ later that night (no comment about the fact we’re still all up). Bad luck for him, I’m not sleeping. And I’m not deaf either.

I let him go through the window and catch him when he gets close enough of my bed. We discuss for a few seconds while I’m throwing him out using a ‘ninja’s technique’ – which has actually nothing to do with ninjas.

A few minutes later he is telling the children about his ‘heroic encounter’ with me. And he tries to come back, this time to touch my weapons. I am less comprehensive this time. He knows that no one touches my gear.

I once again feign to be asleep so he gets closer. When he tries to catch one, I take him by the collar and pull him towards me. His phone fall out of his pocket – without damage.

“Fuck you dude! My phone!”
“I didn’t mean to. And you kinda deserved it anyways.”
“I know, I know…”
“Now, you go back to the children, you stop telling them random stuff – and both about incorrect terms and stupid stories – and then you all go to bed. My patience knows some boundaries you don’t want to cross.”

I let him go once again.

Later in the night I hear some noise under my window. One of the child – Vincent I think – gets into my bedroom and catch my wooden saber before I can react. I order him to put it back and leave but he apparently wants to see one of my ‘ninja’s technique’. So be it. I pull something out to get my weapon back, slowly due to my tiredness, but the child can’t follow the movement. I don’t break his harm but I hurt him quite a bit (which wasn’t my original goal). I then proceed to bawl hum out while he’s almost laughing of his successful operation.

This child is probably crazy. I just grab him and throw him out the window that I then proceed to close. I guess I’ll have to spend my night in the heat of the room.

THE END