September 3, 2011, Berkeley, California. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As a state of California that is sunny for more than 292 days a year, it is rare for the sky to lose the sun today. The early risers were preparing for their daily morning exercises, but they had to stop their activities with the dark clouds that gathered one by one, and rushed to their homes, afraid of being drenched in the coming pouring rain.

"Whoa~"

The rain fell from the sky uncontrollably, and it continued to fall heavier and heavier, showing no sign of stopping.

In a modest residential house on Liberty-Hall-Road, Beth-Lopez is anxiously preparing breakfast. Although this street is called Liberty Boulevard, it has nothing to do with freedom. As one of California's favelas, it's home to looters and drug dealers. Almost all of the kids who grew up here had only two options - either to join the gang or to leave the neighborhood.

Although the United States claims to be a free country and claims to be the most developed country in the world, it has always criticized the backward education of other countries with its excellent education system -- but this is all fart! This is just the result of one US politician after another shamelessly whitewashing the incomparably dilapidated interior with shiny gold. America has always been a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor. We often hear the phrase "reading changes your destiny", which is almost a joke in the United States. In the United States, children from poor families can only go to the lowest public schools, can only choose which gang to join, can only think about whether to go to drug trafficking or robbery, and only a few people can change their destiny through study, basketball and other sports.

Beth thinks that the proudest thing in her life is her children. Unlike many other American families, Beth had only one son, Anderson, and her ex-boyfriend left as soon as he knew she was pregnant with Anderson. As a single mother, Beth worked hard to raise Anderson alone until he was 17 years old, and Anderson was also very competitive, not only successfully escaping the erosion of Freedom Avenue, but also holding a full prize and attending Meck Bailey, one of the top private schools in California. Thinking that in one year Anderson would be able to change her destiny by getting into one of America's top universities, Beth felt that God must have heard her prayers lately.

"Anderson, come down for breakfast, it's almost late for school!" Beth looked at her watch and saw that it was almost time for school.

The silence in the room was a little scary. Beth's cries were not answered, only the ticking of the clock in the house, which met the ticking of raindrops on the window outside the window.

Beth felt a hint of fear for no apparent reason, and her heart felt like it was being pinched by a hand, which made her breathe a little short.

"Anderson!!Get me down!!" Beth's voice trembled.

She knows her children very well. Not once since elementary school hasn't Anderson failed to answer Beth's call. Even in his sleep, Anderson would hum a few times to show that he heard his mother's voice.

Could it be that she is sick? Beth hurriedly put down the plate in her hand and hurried upstairs to Anderson's room.

Anderson's door was closed.

Beth turned the handle, only to find that the door had been locked by Anderson.

Anderson never locks the door.

"Anderson, open the door quickly! Open the door for the old lady!" Beth knocked on the door vigorously, quite with the momentum of Aunt Xue.

However, there was silence in the house, except for Beth's cries echoing through the empty house.

Beth scrambled to find the corresponding key from the key cabinet. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, so much so that after 4 attempts, Beth managed to open Anderson's door.

Anderson hung quietly in the center.

His face was pale, his eyes were turned upward, and his tongue was sticking out along his lips. His hair was damp, as if it had just come out of the water, and there were a few cuts on his wrists, and the blood was now dry, leaving only marks on the sheets and on his hands.

The keychain slipped out of Beth's hand, and fell to the floor with a screech.

"Anderson, it's not Halloween ... ”

"Anderson, don't scare your mother... ”

"Anderson... ”

Beth muttered to Anderson over and over again, as if if she had to do so, Anderson would immediately stand up from in front of her, laugh and tell her that it was nothing more than a prank on his.

Anderson didn't get up after all.

Anderson is really dead.

Died in a cloudy California in a small room on Liberty Avenue.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and God seemed to be weeping over the loss of a good soul.

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Madrigal only learned of Anderson's suicide a day later.

During the science class, Mr. Edward told everyone with a sad face that Anderson had committed suicide, he said that it was a sad and painful thing, and he also understood that it had a huge impact on the psychology of the students. He told everyone that if necessary, the school will have a special psychology teacher to provide counseling for the students. balabalbla。。。。

Madrigal can't tell what he feels like in his heart at this time: shock, confusion, anger, remorse... All sorts of emotions rolled in Pastoral's heart, and he couldn't focus on any of the lessons throughout the day.

Counter-terrorism squad rally.

The atmosphere today was very heavy, and everyone had tears in their eyes, bowing their heads and not saying a word.

Anderson's death is like the loss of a loved one by all of you.

Madrigal couldn't stand the silence and asked everyone, "Does anyone know why Anderson killed himself?

Silent.

Finally, someone spoke: "I heard that David's gang bullied Anderson very excessively a few days ago. ”

"I've noticed that Anderson has become a bit more silent lately, much like my depressed father. Anthony said uneasily.

Madrigal feels that he already knows the direction of the story: a healthy and cheerful boy who has been bullied for a long time and is replaced by depression, and when a bullying exceeds his capacity, he chooses the eternal sleep of death.

Wrong.

Anderson is not such a casual person who gives up, and even depression cannot change a person's nature.

Anderson is a Fighter.

"Number One, do I have any tasks to do now?"

"The task is still being generated, please be patient. ”

Pastoral is confirmed.

Sure enough, this matter is not as simple as it seems.