The autumn breeze cooled down Yoji's head as he tried desperately to hit the pedals harder. He took a really sharp turn and completely bent his bike to a side. Roger was still following him. He had already crushed the bikes of Yoji's friends and Yoji's friends themselves. Yoji didn't want to be next on the list. He took another sharp turn and now he was just a hundred meters away from his home. In a matter of minutes, he can get rid of Roger. Yoji pedaled faster. He finally reached his house. With his muscular hands, he threw his bike in the direction of the garage which landed in a dark corner of the garage. But, Yoji was more important for Roger. So he followed Yoji. Yoji was running towards the front door. But Roger too was pedaling hard behind him. Yoji finally made it to the front door and shut it fast behind him. He ran towards his bedroom and closed him inside it. "Yoji, what happened dear?" his mother said in askance. "Nothing mom. A dirty and fat dog was after me." Yoji replied, referring to Roger as the 'dirty and fat dog.' He jumped into his bed and turned the fan on. When he did it, he realized that he had almost bathed in sweat. Yoji removed his clothes and threw them on the floor. He wiped himself clean with his towel and gave the towel the same fate as the clothes – he threw it on the floor. Then Yoji took a shower and wiped himself clean, with another towel that is. He gazed up at the roof. Next week he will be flying to Japan for his father's trip. Something about the pollution on Mount Fujiyama. He started feeling drowsy. Soon, Yoji fell asleep, dreaming about him standing on the top of Mount Fujiyama, guitar in hand and strumming a Jimi Hendrix. Something which he was a novice at, something which had been just a rosy dream, until now that is. Soon he will be the greatest musician on Earth. Not just the Earth, the space too. I'm going to give those alien guys a earache. The earache, he thought. Yoji was woken by the sound of his alarm. The latest rock song by Jimi Hendrix, the alarm was. Yoji calmly sat up on his bed. Generally, everyone else was startled by his alarm. But Yoji was used to it. He looked up at the clock. It was 9 pm. Yoji remembered that it was 5 when he had slept. It was embarrassing for him. Yoji never slept in the afternoon. He considered it as a trait in lazy people. Now, he was the one breaking his own rules. Yoji sprinted down the stairs and leaped - and I said leaped, not jumped - onto his chair at the dining table. "Mom will not be happy about this." Gajin said who had finished three bowls of pudding. Yoji sighed. Why can't this little stack of skin and mass ever keep quiet? Why does he always have to be such a tell-tale? he thought. "Shut up freak. Keep quiet." Both Yoji and Gajin turned back and saw their sister, Miho. If Gajin wasn't enough, Miho was utterly annoying. Gajin chuckled. "Pull my finger." he said. "Ah, not again Gajin." Yoji said as he held his nose with one hand and pulled Gajin's finger finger with another. There was loud fart and the constant coughing of Miho. "Thanks. That helped a lot." Gajin said between giggles. "Ew," Miho exclaimed. Ah, when are we going Japan... Yoji thought. "Dinner is ready." said Yoji's mom as she brought a big bowl of soup.
