Why do these things always happen to me?

This is my first time ever writing POV so it may sound weird and stupid at times but heck^^. From Ru's POV. Written just to ease a bit of boredom and stress in everyday life.....


Part 1- And then there was LIGHT!
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I read somewhere that the things people dream of are usually related to actual events that had or were about to happen to them. I'm not what you would call a believer' but i still found myself pondering over this while I rode my bike home from school. You see, a few nights ago I had this dream. No, seriously, its interesting. First I was in the locker room. Then someone came in and the whole place became black and then I was in this factory wrapping something to sell and there was this guy opposite me who was wrapping something too and then the whole place went black again and then I was in class and there was this person next to me who---

K, its not that interesting.

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That damn ceiling's leaking again, I don't see why that stupid ass of a landlady bothered to rent out this flat. There's no heater(she said one of the previous tenants smashed it. Two weeks later, he moved to the asylum.) , there's no aircon (maybe there is, just that i can't find it. Yeah, that explains the buzzy noises coming from the wall), the refridgerator's busted and the whole room smells of barf no matter how many cans of air freshener I spray. She also told me that the poor soul who rented this before me carried out mating rituals with his dog.

She must really hate me.

I dump my bag by the doorway and flick the light switch.





Oh, guess what. The lights aren't working either.
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Rukawa-kun, is there anything I can help you with?

I can't stand the receptionist. She has this habit of saying as if she's breathing it rather than speaking. Sort of how you would speak if you had a carrot shoved up your ass.

Oh, eww.

The lights aren't working and i paid the bill.

She leans forward such that her fake looking hair is pratically brushing, no, sweeping the vandalized table and purses her lips in a little O' as if she's trying to kiss the air or something. I wonder for a brief second if I should tell her the engraved Goldfishes should return to the water where they belong line on that table was carved by me.

Gomen, Rukawa-kun, but though you say you have paid, the landlady told me you haven't.

Oh.

OH.

I get it. She hates me so much that she's gonna deprive me of light so that i'll slip on that untiled cement floor and smash my head against the wall and all my guts will go spilling over the door. Or worse, i may actually survive the fall and end up with amnesia and forget all the basketball skills that have been passed down from generation to generation.

Lady, this means war.
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Anyway, I found a candle and a box of matches in the kitchen drawer. If you guessed the leaky ceiling graced that one lone box with one of the biggest droplets of water ever, you were right. So now, i'm sitting here in my room with that candle trying to light it with the one match that wasn't too soggy to strike.

Ok, its lit.

I stare at the blue part of the flame. Just wait till I become the best basketballer in Japan. Mom and Dad are gonna be sorry they said those things to me. I don't care if I have to live in this dump, I don't care if I slip and smash my head against a wall and get amnesia, even if I forget my skills, I will never, EVER forget all those things that they said. I'll make it to America. I WILL.

Hey, don't laugh, its better than talking to the wall.

They'll all be sorry. Just wait and see. No one's gonna win against me. I'll make it. I'll be better than Sendoh. I'll make myself proud. You all are gonne be so sorry. One fine day I'll make it . Looking down on me was wrong to begin with.

Oh crap, the candle went out.

-tbc-
(you know, when you lose your memory or something, its called amnesia right? I'm not sure -_-;;)