Collapsed shop signs on the street are soaked in muddy water.

Several of the old houses were leaning, the roofs were gone, the rain was washing over the furniture, and there were many things floating in the water: clothes, plastic basins, and half a leaky basketball.

I don't know where the muffled voice of the radio came from: "Uh-huh...... Fourth day of Hurricane Jennifer hitting South Satah...... Hurricane Jennifer, who was originally predicted to make landfall in Mexico, suddenly changed direction in the early morning of November 7 and finally made landfall in Nansa on the evening of November 7...... Most of the adjacent Gulf of Mexico suffered severe losses and traffic paralysis ......"

The wind has subsided, but the torrential rain has not abated.

An apple was swept by the current, half floating and half sinking, stumbling through all kinds of debris. The rain smashed it down and drifted to a sheltered place above, and the apple stubbornly popped up again.

This "difficult" journey was abruptly interrupted.

A thin hand stretched out in the dark, quickly scooped up the apple from the muddy water, wiped the apple with the clothes on his body, and couldn't wait to nibble on it.

The rain hit his face, and his reddish-brown hair was wet and sticking to his head.

He held the apple and nibbled hard, like a frightened hamster, his freckled cheeks bulging high, and his eyes looked around uneasily. After a slight click, the boy reluctantly threw the bitten pit in half into the water.

His name is Johnson. Brown.

Fourteen years old, just in the ninth grade.

About four days ago, in the evening, he blew up his school......

For an American boy of his age, Johnson is skinny. Because of his poor family situation, he wore ill-fitting old clothes from the almshouse, often did not wear socks in his dirty sneakers, and his hair was not well combed, which made Johnson look sloppy and became the object of ridicule in the public school.

His textbooks were torn to shreds, his homework was missing, and he was severely reprimanded by his teacher.

The finished product of the craft class was smashed, and the cabinet was often pried open and stuffed with sludge, the corpse of rats, and in one case a rabbit that had been skinned.

Johnson didn't know who did it, and the people around him whistled to see him look good.

If he sues Mr. Sù, not only will he not be able to find out, but he will also encounter even more severe retaliation.

He endured it silently, and gradually, this cold violence escalated.

The basketball classmate rudely knocked Johnson to the ground as he passed, saying sorry, grinning and picking up one of his knocked teeth and laughing loudly. A fourteen-year-old boy clenched his fists and arms less than half the thickness of his classmates, just like a chicken. The other party "unintentionally" smashed his elbow, and he planted his head on the lawn again.

Since then, he has often been bruised and purple, all of which he "accidentally" fell and hit.

A new public school teacher came in the last year and kindly helped him, but Johnson's situation did not improve.

Lawyers who provide free services to victims of school violence came to the school, and no one in the school came forward to testify that Johnson had been bullied, except for the teacher.

There is always a misconception that the people who are victims of school violence are good students.

Sometimes it is precisely the good students who use violence, the big boys who everyone loves, and the victims are the children that the teachers don't like and their peers hate.

By bullying these sloppy children hiding in the shadows, the school idols will be worshiped more.

Johnson is what other teachers call a "sloppy student who doesn't hand in his homework", a "little bug" and a "lazy pig" among his peers, and his family lived in the slums two years ago, who will stand up for him?

Even the only female teacher who spoke for him was dismissed from the school two months ago because she could not produce valid evidence.

Scarred on his arm with his raincoat exposed, Johnson climbed up a small steep slope of furniture and fallen windows, cowered behind a large closet, and sheltered from the rain with a tin bucket.

Johnson's face turned pale at the thought of the disaster four days earlier.

***

It was overcast that morning, and as the morning algebra class had just begun, the school radio went off and an urgent transfer notice was issued.

The hurricane changed direction, new predicted landing sites, the nearest less than a hundred kilometers from the small city.

Although Nansa is often affected by hurricanes, very few hurricanes make landfall directly here. The teachers panicked and arranged for all the students to get on the school bus.

There was chaos in the school, with parents rushing to the school to get the news, and parents receiving phone calls to pick up their younger siblings' children from elementary school.

Johnson waited for a long time, but he couldn't squeeze into the school bus, seeing that the campus became empty, he had to keep his head down and prepare to go home, when passing by the grove, several guys who often troubled him jumped out, put a black plastic bag on his head, smashed him unconscious with a few punches, and threw people into the school's substation.

The door was also locked.

Johnson had been tricked into being locked overnight in the school gymnasium, as well as the warehouse, the real room, and so on.

Johnson is an orphan who lives with his uncle, Lake, who is not married. Lake was a gambler and didn't come home twenty days a month, and Johnson didn't come home at night, so he wouldn't come looking for him at all.

This group of half-grown teenagers who go to public schools have no idea how bad and strict they are doing.

For them, a hurricane is a boring time when trees and signboards are blown off, they can't go out, there are occasional power outages, roads are flooded, and schools are closed and parents don't go to work.

They have an endless number of crooked ideas when it comes to playing tricks on Johnson.

At first, they squatted outside the locked gymnasium and listened to Johnson's shouting, and after many times, they found that this kid did not cry or scream, and could only be closed for one night at most.

This is not, hurricane warnings!

The teenagers immediately became excited, believing that Johnson had been locked in one place this time, and it would be impossible for him to be found two days later! Think about it, the wind is blowing and the sky is dark, poor worm Johnson is locked up in the substation, no one comes, and he is not so scared that he pees his pants?

As soon as they thought of it, the group of teenagers escaped the teachers, avoided their parents, and slipped out to attack Johnson.

Behind the grove is the substation, just right! Anyway, the electric gate of the whole school was pulled, and it was pitch black, so Johnson was thrown in, and it was quickly discovered by the time, so that the lazy pig would not really starve to death without eating for two days.

Locking the outside door, the teenagers returned home triumphantly, and were scolded by their anxious parents and dragged into the car, and the teenagers clamored to bring tablets, baseball bats, and skates, but they were all ignored by their parents.

Sitting in the back of the car, watching the whole city drive out of the city in a panic, the teenagers finally felt that the situation was not good, the hurricane was coming, shouldn't they sleep at home, eat hot dogs and play video games?

"Cities can be flooded."

"It's a Category 3 hurricane, God bless our house! It's too old and too old to hold up. ”

"We insured the house, what, you forgot to bring the insurance policy! Go back! “

"Shut up! Do you want to go back and die? ”

The adults cursed anxiously and argued, completely ignoring their child's frightened pale face.

The school house is newly built and very solid, and there was nothing wrong with the hurricane before, and this time it will definitely be fine. The teenagers thought so, and none of the teenagers dared to say that Johnson was still locked up in school.

Because when I say it, I will mention the bullying of my classmates in the past.

Perhaps even more severely, school violence can be punished with imprisonment.

Johnson wasn't completely unconscious, and he came to his senses not long after the group of teenagers left.

The substation had no windows, it was dark everywhere, he groped his way to the duty room, pressed the switch on the wall, the lights did not turn on, and thankfully there was an electronic watch with a broken screen in the drawer. Through the faint glow, he also found a fully charged flashlight on the table. After turning the duty room upside down, the loot was filled with two cans of beer and a packet of potato chips stolen by the duty officer.

Johnson kept these things at his feet, ready to survive the two days.

He thought the same way as the teenagers.

Johnson wasn't too scared, the school's substation was not small, and there were vents, except for the black.

Two days may have been a little harder, but compared to his family's house in the old neighborhood, maybe the school is safe.

The thought was gone after a few hours, and the terrifying wind came through the thick door, like the roar of the devil at the bottom of hell, and the fence of the vent flew and dust poured inside.

Johnson slid under the table and shivered.

The wind grew louder and louder, like the screams of a female ghost, mixed with a chaotic noise.

-- Hurricane Jennifer moved north along the Gulf of Mexico after changing wind direction, reaching 220 kilometers per hour, and was upgraded to a Category 4 hurricane. It was thought that it would make landfall in Nansa in the early morning of the 8th, but it turned out to be there on the evening of the 7th.

Those who have not yet been evacuated are facing extinction.

What is a desperate situation?

Johnson curled up in fear with his head in his hands, and after hours of panic, he finally realized that it was just a prelude to a hurricane, a real storm just approaching.

He was lying on the ground, but the ground was shaking, no, it was the house shaking.

The crunching sound was so clear in the roaring wind. Everything was shifting, and Johnson had never imagined staying in a house like sitting on a boat, with a shaky view and nothing fixed crackling and falling.

There was a spark inside the substation, and something smashed the instrument.

The third floor is gone, and then the second floor...... As the ceiling flew out, Johnson closed his eyes tightly and grabbed the table leg in vain, when suddenly the terrible sound in his ears stopped.

Johnson opened his eyes and stared blankly at the strange scene in front of him.

The world stood still.

Overhead, the sky was pitch black and terrifying, like a graffiti oil painting, cream poured with squid ink, and everywhere there were chaotic traces of the wind currents and winds.

Many things that were swept away by the wind stopped in mid-air, and the raindrops also froze in a stagnant posture and could not fall to the ground, Johnson cautiously reached out and touched it, and his palms were wet.

Outside the half-destroyed substation is a collapsed school building and a grove that has been razed to the ground.

The water is half as tall as Johnson, and the familiar campus has become a vast ocean.

The storm came from the end of the sky, to the other side, through a vague curtain of rain.

This apocalyptic sight made Johnson almost think that he had fallen into hell.

The thin body trembled uncontrollably, and a terrifying force burst out—

"Ahh

With the substation as the center, a pillar of lightning appeared in the clouds.

The sky is like a torn canvas, constantly leaking lightning light, connecting the sky and the earth, this dazzling gold is full of terrifying power, and in an instant, the entire public high school is drowned in thunder and lightning.

The remaining frames of the building crumbled, the surviving houses collapsed, and the aftermath of thunder and lightning spread out along the water, like a huge golden net.

A whirlpool of wind followed, pulling flying smoke and debris into the sky, and the storm grinned like a devil.

S-Class Adepts awaken.

The abandoned world is detached, and the sound of hurricane terror reappears.

Johnson was swept into the sky by the wind, he struggled in panic, and an invisible force enveloped his body and carried him far, far away.

Eventually, he fell unharmed into the ruins of the house, only to realize that he had blown up the school......