Rise Of The Ill-treated Michael Wayne

RISING ABOVE HUMILIATION

Michael gritted his teeth, anger and rage pulsating through his veins. The laughter that echoed from the surrounding crowd fueled a bitter resentment within him. 

True, he faced financial struggles, but he refused to let them make him feel less of a human.

With a sudden surge of determination, he raised his voice, cutting through the mockery. "Enough!" His command silenced the gathering, eyes now fixed on him.

Turning towards Sydney, he spoke with a calm and resilient tone, "I've heard every insult you threw at me, seen the way you played me. But mark my words, Sydney, you'll regret it."

The bitterness in his eyes intensified, reddening with a mixture of hurt and defiance. 

"I may not know how, but I'm going to make money. And the day I do, you'll wish you never belittled me like this," he declared, his words carrying the weight of a promise which he had no idea of how it would be fulfilled yet.

With a fierce gaze, Michael turned squarely to face Jack McCoy. 

The murmured insults from the crowd around him acted as fuel for his determination rather than a deterrent. 

"Your money doesn't define me," he declared, the bitterness in his gaze seeping into his words. 

"I might be poor now, but remember this—I'll rise above your shallow judgments and amass a fortune you can't even dream of."

His voice was calm yet charged with resilience.

"I also heard every insult you hurled my way," he said. 

"You played your games, but mark my words, I'll make you regret underestimating me. I'll climb out of this poverty, and when I do, you'll wish you treated me with more respect."

In that moment, he forged a svow to turn the current of humiliation into a driving force for his success.

However, Michael's attention remained fixed on Jack. With a touch of sarcasm, he said with a bitter smirk, "You think money is everything? I may be poor now, but at least I am on first-class."

"You're so dumb, you can't even teach Sydney math. No wonder she pretended to date me, just so I could teach her mathematics," Micheal said and Jack's face twisted with anger, hinting at a potential physical confrontation.

Jack clenched his fist and was about to hit Michael in the face as the words bit into his pride.

Yet, Jack's teammate intervened, whispering something that transformed Jack's fury into a sly smile. 

"I'll deal with you in my own way. I won't do anything to you now, but be rest assured that I'll make your life a living hell on this campus," Jack threatened, leaving Michael to ponder the retaliation looming ahead. 

In the midst of the heated exchange, Sydney inserted herself into the verbal fray. 

With a smug demeanor, she confidently asserted, "I'd bet my life that you'll never see a penny, Micheal Wayne, let alone rise higher than my boyfriend." Laughter erupted from the crowd.

Unfazed, Michael shot back with a calm voice, "Watch and see how I rise." 

His words marked the end of his response. Attempting to disengage from the hostile gathering, he began to walk away through the crowd.

However, Sydney had other plans. In a malicious move, she forcefully shoved  Michael from behind, into a nearby shallow pit filled with foul-smelling, dirty mudwater.

Druppp!!

The mud water splashed as Michael landed face-flat in it.

As Michael drowned in the muck, struggling to regain his footing, the crowd erupted in boisterous laughter.

Seizing the moment, Sydney taunted him with a sarcastic tone, "Looks like we're witnessing your rise." 

The laughter intensified.

Without missing a beat, Sydney goaded the onlookers to capture the humiliating scene of Michael in the mud with their cameras.

"Take pictures and share them on Twitter and F******k with hashtag #TheCampusIdiot," she urged.

Swiftly, the crowd complied, snapping photos of Michael's muddy ordeal, cementing his humiliation for the world to witness.

Sydney did not only push Michael into a pit of dirty mud but also added insult to injury by spitting into the pool. 

"You deserve to be spat on, Micheal," she smiled as she turned to Jack.

"50$ for anyone who reposts Michael's humiliating photo 5 times on the school group!!" Jack announced to the crowd and they cheered.

"You are the best, Jack Mcoy!!" 

"You'll always be the richest student on campus! We all love you!"

"You are so kind, I'll repost it 10 times if you'd want me to!" 

Voices from the crowd replied to Jack, and he nodded with a smirk and waved at them as his proud shoulders hightened.

"That's why he's my boyfriend," Sydney said, pressing a kiss on Jack's lips. 

Walking away hand-in-hand with Jack, they left Michael submerged in humiliation as the crowd continued to mock and document his misfortune through laughter, photos, and social media posts.

The laughter came to an abrupt end as the distant approach of lecturers prompted a hasty dispersal among the onlookers. 

The scattering of the crowd left Michael abandoned in the muddy pit, bearing the emotional weight of the public humiliation orchestrated by his former girlfriend and her new companion.

"You'll regret this day, Sydney!" He screamed through the empty corridor.

As Michael finally got out of the mud and painfully trudged towards his humble abode outside the school gates, the remnants of mud clinging to his body and clothes, he became the unfortunate target of scorn and ridicule. 

Passersby, repulsed by the sight and stench, hurled hurtful words his way, covering their noses in disdain.

"Look at that guy, covered in filth. Disgusting! He actually was dreaming to be dating Jack McCoy's girlfriend, Sydney."

"Seriously?" 

"Yes, of course. He woke up from the dream when Sydney pushed him into the mud."

Laughter rose from all corners of the street.

Each step carried the weight of judgment and humiliation as he walked through the streets. 

The relentless mockery followed him like a shadow, amplified by the cruel circulation of a TikTok video showcasing his humiliation.

Their screens played the video of him on ticktock. The video capturing the moment he was struggling to get out of the mud.

"Did you see him fall? Hilarious! He deserves every bit of it for calling someone's girlfriend his. Not just any guy's girlfriend, Jack McCoy's girlfriend, Sydney."

Laughter echoed around him as people pointed at their screens, replaying his fall into the pit. Unable to lift his gaze, Michael continued to endure the onslaught of comments.

As Michael walked through the crowd, people couldn't stop laughing and making fun of him. They found the whole situation hilarious, especially because he thought Sydney was his girlfriend. The comments were brutal.

"Did you see that? He actually believed Sydney liked him! Who would ever like a church rat like him?"

Laughter echoed around him, and each remark felt like a punch to his gut.

"Claimed her as his girlfriend, and she kissed Jack right in front of him! Classic!"

The onlookers seemed to enjoy every bit of his embarrassment.

"Pushed into the mud like a total loser! Talk about a public meltdown."

The cruel comments painted a vivid picture of the humiliation he was facing. 

Walking through the sea of laughter, Michael felt the weight of embarrassment stick to him like the mud on his clothes.

Micheal hurriedly walked inside, his heart racing.

He leaned against the door of his apartment, trying to shut out the harsh reality echoing in the whispers from outside.

"Look at where he lives, even a cockroach won't agree to live in this place. Disgusting! Yet he thinks he can date a girl as pretty as Sydney."

His ears caught the words, and he winced at the judgment about his living conditions.

"How does he even eat in there? I'd throw up anything I put in my mouth if I were in there. It is a refuse dump!"

"Seriously, how does he eat in there?" 

The question pierced through him, making him question his own survival.

"That's if he even has anything to eat at all. Don't you know he only gets money to buy food when he cleans up shit in the toilet?"

The laughter that followed those words felt like a punch to the gut.

Michael couldn't escape the judgments and mocking remarks, each word digging deeper into his already wounded pride.

"I won't let this define me," he muttered through gritted teeth, each word punctuated by the thunderous bangs against the door.

As his knuckles bore the brunt of his frustration, he spoke aloud to the empty space, "I will rise above this. They won't break me."

Amidst the relentless assault on the wall, his voice carried a weight of determination. 

"I won't be a victim of their cruelty, because of my poverty!" he vowed, as if etching his promise into the very wall of the room as he kept punching.

Fueled by rage, Michael banged on the door with all his might, not minding the pain shooting through his knuckles as they began to bleed. The room echoed with the sound of his anger.

"Sydney, you won't get away with this. I promise you, I'll make you regret humiliating me like this." 

"I will make money, and no one will ever spit on me again. I promise!"