I really hate summer, it's hot and sticky. I never feel like doing anything during this season.

"Is that him? The boy in all those rumors?"

I never really feel like doing anything. I'd much rather sleep the day away, though that's what I do already.

"It's been a while since I've seen him around school. Don't his parents care that he never shows up to school?"

The only reason I even came outside was to get out of that stuffy apartment.

"Well according to the rumors his father committed suicide and his mom went crazy after that!"

I don't know why I decided to go to school of all places though. Maybe it's because it's a place I have a reason to go to.

"No way! Really? I haven't heard that one yet! I heard his father killed someone though, maybe that's why he killed himself?"

It's been a long time since I've gone though, because it wasn't this hot the last time.

"I don't know, maybe. It's kind of scary though, I mean what if he ends up like his dad?"

I wonder how long exactly it's been since then? Now I'm curious.

"You have a point. Plus he has this look in his eyes like, oh I don't know, this dazed look like he's thinking about something that others wouldn't get."

I shouldn't think about it too much though, it's not important.

"What was his name again? Ren or something?"

I wonder how I managed to get up so early though, I'm normally up at dusk.

"His name is Len. Kagamine Len, he's in class 2-C I think."

Now that I think about it, I'm really hungry. I should really tell uncle Leon that I'm running low on money.

"Class 2-C? That's the class my older brother Kiyoteru is in! Uwah, that's really scary."

He's always worrying about me, if at all it'll probably make him happy to have me ask for a favor.

"Guys, we should probably stop talking about him. What if he hears us?"

It's funny how those first years think I don't already hear them. Not that I really care, their just first years. Honestly, the rumors have calmed down a lot. I guess the saying that a rumor only lasts 75 days is true. But it isn't just one rumor, its multiple rumors. And there are sadly true; to an extent. Most of them are exaggerated.

Opening the door to my classroom I got the exact reaction I expected. Everyone continued their mindless conversations like I didn't exist with a few nervous glances. My seat was exactly where I left it from the last time, if it weren't for cleaning duty I'm sure there would be dust on it. Looking across the room this is one of those moments when I wish I had a window seat. In all those TV shows I watch, the loner character like me normally has a seat by the window.

When the teacher came in to do attendance and heard a "here" after my name, he looked shocked and had to look up just to see if I really was there. Once he confirmed the ghost boy called Kagamine Len was there he hesitantly went on with roll-call. I spaced out during the lesson, and most of the day for that matter. Selective hearing I guess.

Once the last bell went off my classmates around me shuffled to their feet and made their way in all different directions. Some to their friends, some to go home, some to their clubs, and some to who knows where.

"Mr. Kagamine, I would like to have a word with you. Could you meet me in the faculty office?" My young teacher asked, I couldn't say no so I gave a small nod. I felt bad for being a bother for him honestly. Since I'm one of his students he's held responsible for me missing school so often.

I didn't know what I was going to do after school at first, but now it looks like I'm going to get a useless lecture.

Walking into the faculty office I could see there were a few teachers grading papers and some messing on the computers. "Mr. Kagamine, over here," my teacher gestured me over to his desk. Looking at his desk he wasn't a very organized person, papers were spread and piled all over the place. There was only a patch of space that wasn't covered. My teacher looked me over with a frown obvious on his face and sighed.

"Look, Len-san, I know your situation isn't the best," I wonder why he suddenly used my name like that. "but that doesn't mean you put school last. I'm always here if you need someone to talk to. I'm glad you came here today before it was too late." Too late? "You see, because you've missed so much school, the school board is talking about expelling you." Well that came as a bit of a shock, but then again not really. "So either you get yourself back up and improve yourself, or you'll live the rest of your life in failure. It's up to you." He gave me this look like I had to make the decision now, and he wanted me to say the first one. The right one in his mind.

"Is that all you needed?" I mumbled, my teachers smile turned to a frown.

"Yes, that's all Mr. Kagamine. You may leave now," He sighed getting back to the mess of paperwork he had.

I didn't waste time leaving, not that I had any place to be but because I didn't want to be in that building anymore. It just makes me feel oddly depressed being at school.

The apartment building I lived in wasn't far from the school, it's the reason I live there. My uncle insisted I live in the school dorms but it was expensive and I didn't want to make him pay all that money. I think living in an apartment was better anyway, that way I wouldn't be bothered with the other students.

Making my way up the chipping concrete steps and into the old building where the bricks on the outside were starting to mold and the metal door was begging to rust. This place isn't a class A building, but it's shelter. The inside was nicer, with cherry wood floors, newly painted walls, and some paintings local artists painted in the lobby. So it wasn't so bad.

My apartment was on the fourth floor, a simple one room apartment. TV in the corner, a small kitchen area, my futon mattress which I forgot to make this morning; or never make for that matter, and my laptop sitting next to my futon where I left it. My room kind of stunk but that's because I keep forgetting to go do my laundry and clean the dishes. Or more like I lack motivation. I'm a boy in highschool living on his own, what do you expect?

Walking over to my TV to turn it on, I take a glance into the pitch black screen. It's been a while since I've looked at myself, physical appearance didn't matter to me, but I have to say I've looked better. My hair had grown out a lot, all the way to my shoulders. My eyes looked lifeless and had bags underneath them. No wonder people talked about me, I looked like I was dead.

I ended up forgetting about the TV and just stuck to lying down on my futon. I thought I could take a nap to make up for all that lost sleep from today, but just as I started to drift into sleep I heard a phone go off in the apartment next door. And just as soon as the phone started ringing I heard my other neighbor. It seems he's brought home another "lover". These thin walls are a downside to this building.

The noises were too loud for even the TV to drown out. Grabbing my pale blue hoody I made my way out of my room and up the stairs to get to the roof. The roof was seven stories high, and a place of complete solitude. The late summer air turned chill as the sun went down. Tugging my hoody over my head I noticed trees were already turning to dull colors like brown and yellow. I don't like fall much either, it's a season were everything dies.

Looking down at the sidewalk I noticed people walking by nonchalantly. Looking at people it makes you wonder what they've been through. Everyone goes through both good and bad in their lives, I just wonder if that one people has gone through more bad than good or vice versa. I feel bad for pitying myself a lot, but I just can't help it sometimes.

I don't really have anything to live for in my life, I question why I'm still here a lot. sometimes I think it would be really nice to just end it all...

I mean I could end it all right now, and no one can stop me. I just have to climb over this three foot high wall and fall. It's so simple, and it would be fast. I could do it. And think of all the stress that wouldn't be there anymore. I would be free from all this self pity, all these rumors and this reputation that was passed down to me. This was such a nice thought.

So nice, that before I knew it, I was falling. Panic hit me when I felt air beneath me, but it's not like I had a choice so I quickly accepted what was happening. I was so caught up in the moment that when I hit the ground, I didn't hear the yelp.

My fall was surprisingly plush for some unknown reason, and I wasn't gone to my disappointment. In fact, I made it to the ground without a scratch. Why was my fall soft? Looking underneath me there was a person. Not just a person but a girl, her hair the same hue of blonde as mine and a big, pure white bow sitting crookedly on her head. She looked unharmed but she wasn't conscious. She had a huge backpack on which was odd, but helped out a lot with the fact that she remained unharmed.

"H-hey," I hoarsely called out shaking her a bit. She groaned a little in protest like you would if your parents were waking you up for school. With another gentle shake her eyes opened and revealed big and innocent cerulean blue eyes. I decided I really liked those eyes, they were my favorite.

It's funny how that situation happened that day. Almost ironic. I think that day was the day I woke for the first time in a while.

Sorry this chapter is so short and not very detailed, it's just a prologue and I wanted to get it done before I went on a three day trip. I promise I'll work harder on the next chapter! By the way this is my first fanfiction so please review and tell me if I should continue or not! Thank you for reading~