Blank. It's always blank.
Why can't this kid show any emotion? Everyone else does, but that's it, isn't it? Is this why he's number one? No, that's a stupid reason, but he's the only one who's this stoic.
Sure, there are other kids around here who generally don't interact with people or show more than one emotion on their face at all times. My face will usually be red. My voice is usually a growl. I only waste time on my roommate.
"Mello, are you ever going to stop studying?" my roommate Matt asks.
"We have a test tomorrow and I'm not sitting at number two forever," I answer.
I hear Matt sigh. "Maybe you shouldn't try. Maybe that studying is actually counterproductive. I've never seen N-" He stops, knowing my rule about speaking the gnat's name. "I've never seen him study. He's always in that room building things with legos and dice and stuff."
"He has to at some point," I tell Matt.
"Tch." I can hear that buzz of Matt's game start. "I don't even think the kid sleeps. He probably just remembers it all. I do the same thing."
"But you're at number 3," I remind Matt.
"And you'd still be two if you didn't study. Trust me."
Click. Click. Click. I swear Matt could not be hitting those buttons any louder. I can't wait until he breaks that thing. Soft explosions come from the device's speakers along with the tedious sound of the sand crunching. Now it's grass. Now it's sand. Grass. Dirt. Sand. Grass.
The grip on my pencil is strangling, but I don't really notice it too much after doing it almost every day. It's a good thing I've switched to mechanical pencils.
Now the sound is metal, a repetitive pounding won't stop.
"Matt." The virtual sounds stop, but the clicking is still there. "Matt."
There's one final click before Matt rises from his chair and leaves the room. "I'll be back eventually."
Finally, peace and quiet. Quiet. I can't stand it now. The gnat is always so quiet no matter what. He never volunteers unless he's showing off with the answer no one could get. He doesn't say a word when my pranks are successful. He doesn't even say anything when I shout ice and venom in his face. Why? Why? I don't understand it!
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A/N: This is a flash fiction I'm writing for my English class. Basically, you should have gotten a general feel of the character (Mello in this case), but there's not necessarily a plot or conflict.
I'd appreciate reviews, especially during the day this was uploaded (if you are reading it at a later date). I need to know if this was written well enough. (For a 9th grade honors English class that is)
My idea was to show Mello's resentment toward the number one spot and that he has some kind of anger issue. (I kept out Near's name because I have to read this in front of a bunch of my class and none of them watch anime or care about the class)
Let me know what you guys thought about this! I hope you all enjoyed!