Get up, get dressed,go to school. Go home, do homework, go to bed. Repeat. That's the way it is, and that's the way it's always been, not just for me, but for the rest of the world as well. Life goes on and leaves the ones that can't keep up behind, and that's how the system operates; endlessly throwing the unworthy in the ever-growing wake of those that can achieve, those that have any talent in them. What happens to the rest of the population, the poor, defeated souls that are unable to grasp the world in their hands? They're discarded as trash, used as practice dummies or slaves for the privileged, many none the wiser. And to the ones considered to be the cream of the cream of the crop, what are we? We are nothing. We are playthings for the strong; toys that can be picked up and thrown, broken and replaced on our owner's whim. We're expendable dolls that come a dime per dozen. We are class 3-E of Kunugigaoka Junior High School, and compared to the ones above us, the ones that are heralded and praised as the leaders of tomorrow, we are nothing. And there is nary a thing anyone can do to change that. We have no hope for the future, and no choice about the path we walk. "It's a dog-eat-dog world out there," we've always been told, and just now are we beginning to experience firsthand what meaning those words really hold.
As I step into the cold entryway of the little apartment that currently housed my mother and myself (and my father on extremely rare occasions), I silently slip off my shoes and hurriedly make my way down the hall, cautiously avoiding causing too much of a ruckus as I slip soundlessly into the kitchen. Mom's turned around at the unlit stove with her back to me, not even going so far as to acknowledge my presence in the room, murmuring something to herself in a harsh manner while pretending to be busy preparing a meal, probably whispering about me as she always does whenever I'm around, just to condescend upon myself, as if I don't receive enough discriminatory tongue lashings at school already.
"Good afternoon, mother, how was your day today?" is all I manage to peep meekly to her back, which seems more intimidating looming over me than speaking in front of a crowd of alligators that haven't been fed in weeks. She says nothing in reply as per the norm, and doesn't even bother to spare me a sideways glance or any other shape or form of greeting. Fine, thank you, Nagisa. And what about you? Did you learn anything interesting in school today? Is the conversation that plays out in my head each day the monotonous cycle of silent agony I'm faced with in the kitchen occurs. "You won't believe what Karma tried to pull on sensei today! It was one of the most interesting things I've ever seen!" I lie in a futile attempt to gain a shred of recognition from my mom, who seemed to be on a boat slowly drifting away from the desert island I was stuck on for eternity. With a defeated sigh, I slowly rise from my chair with my eyes tracing the lines on the floor and head out of the kitchen and down the hall to my parents' room, opening the door and greeting the neatly folded, empty bedsheets with a quick "Hey, dad." and heading back to my dark room to completely disregard my homework...Not that it would help me to actually attempt it anyway.
I awake the next morning to the agonizingly annoying buzzing of my alarm clock, its constant wailing driving me insane as my eyelids reluctantly flip open. Beep...Beep...Beep It drones. Beep...Beep...Beep The noises begin to form English syllables in my head. Leave...Leave...Leave the voice chides. Leave...Leave...Leave. I want it to stop, but am well aware by this point that it won't happen. The faces of my former classmates come back to me in a sudden flurry of emotions I've felt time and time again quite recently. It hits me like a wall, and the best I can do to block out the memory is hit myself repeatedly. The others' mocking scornes and smug faces and cruel, cold, disheartening goodbyes as I took the high road up to the mountain where my new fate had befallen upon me burned the back of my head like the very fires from hell themselves. I want to scream. I want to yell and kick and throw a fit, but what good would that do me? Get me a verbal beating from my mother and a moment's rest? I chuckle slightly. Yeah. That sounds great. I comment to myself. I lazily pull on my regular outfit, not paying much attention to the school's dress code, and head out to grab a quick breakfast after greeting the hollow room down the hall with a quick "Morning, dad."
"Good morning, mother," I say curtly and politely to the official-looking woman sipping her coffee at the table. "Did you sleep well last night?"
Yes, thanks for asking, Nagisa. In fact, I had this wonderful dream… The auto-conversation voice in my head replies in the same forcedly cheerful manner that it does every morning. As usual, there was not even one scrap, one morsel, one tidbit of food that had been prepared for me to eat, and my mother's plate had been cleaned by the time I had woken up. I stalk tiredly over to the cupboard and grab some bread; I spread some jam on the slice without even bothering to shove it in the toaster and finish it off with a small glass of milk, the only thing I'm allowed to drink in the mornings without having a fierce punishment forced upon me.
"Nagisa-san," she says briskly, "if you do not leave the house at this instant, you are going to be late for school." mom states bitterly, a scowl plastered on her stony face as I stand from my seat. I make a last attempt to strike up a whisper of a conversation with a short goodbye, but she is soon back to staring blankly into her mug, at the wall, the T.V., anything but myself as I slink somberly out the door and into the unwelcoming chill of the spring morning air.
So... This is the first thing I've put on this site... or any site for that matter. Feel free to criticize and comment; I always want to know how I can improve on things.
Was I supposed to put some kind of disclaimer on here? Just to be safe, I don't own Assassination Classroom or anything like that.
Yeah, this chapter doesn't really get anywhere... maybe it does. I guess. I feel as if this is a bit short, but whatever. I don't know if or when I'll be updating this. I doubt many people will actually read it in the first place. Honestly, I have no idea. Yeah, this is going to go somewhere, eventually. The story was inspired from a...challenge? Is that what it is? At the end of Adamant's Judecca's chapter 14 (Well, I think it was chapter 14) so go read it if you want. Or don't.
This is going to be told from Nagisa's point of view, because he's the main perspective character and I'm lazy. How are the students of class 3-E going to fare in a world where there was no Korosensei to begin with? Also, uh, sorry if this sounds pretentious. I can fix that. Probably.