I hate this city.
It's full of things I want to forget about.
Everyday I go to school, talk with friends and return to a home I don't even want to see again.
Here I am, walking up the same hill, to the same school, destined to repeat this cycle.
Will my life ever change?
When will a day like that come?
A... boy?
The boy has a small frame, and short red hair, two seemingly half loops protruding from his mass of hair.
"Red bean bread..." he speaks in a quiet, wavering voice, "Do you like this school? I really, really like it. But nothing can stay the same."
A boy I have never met before.
His words weren't directed at me. He must be speaking to someone in his heart.
"Fun things... Happy things..." he continues, "They all can't possibly stay the same. Even so, can you still love this place?"
"Just seek them out," I say, quietly.
He turns to face me, my tall and intimidating-for-a-girl figure.
But he smiles at me, my bleak world, fading into color.
"Just look for new fun and happy things," I say, louder this time. The boy simply looks at me. "Let's get going," I say, as I continue to walk up the hill. The boy is following me.
We begin to climb the long, long climb ahead of us.