Ahh...
I toss and turn around in my bed - seems like another restless night. It feels way too hot in these covers, but it's only April. It shouldn't be so hot in April. I try to pull my covers off until I stupidly let my arm slam into my desk. I grab at my arm, still buzzing with pain, as my thoughts get to me again. God damn, it's still dark? What time even is it? I look around half-awake and find my alarm clock. I still can't see straight, so I squint my eyes to read that it's still about 4 AM in red lettering.
"Damn," I say with a sigh, "Why can't I sleep?" I fall back down onto my bed, letting my pillow fall off the side. Since I can't fall asleep, I get up and look out of my window. I see a crow fly by, as a little bit of sunlight can be seen trying to poke its head out from behind the hills—it's still pretty dark out. I rest my head on my hand and whisper to myself, "Only one week left, huh? Heh. I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
I guess I should introduce myself. My name's Tsuchiyama. Tsuchiyama Tamanosuke. You can call me Tama if it's too long. Sorry for such an annoyingly long name. Dad came up with it after mom walked out on him. She'd always yell at him, screaming things like, "Why are you such drunk?! You never stop drinking!" and "You don't even care for your own son!" She really just walked out to prove that my dad couldn't take care of me, but his personality completely flipped. Now he's a hard-working, busybody, constantly worrying over what I'm doing and where I am. I don't complain because I can't complain; he's a great dad, I guess.
Like most people, I've had this dream ever since I was 8-years-old. Unlike most boys, I didn't wanna be some sports star or doctor or anything. Everyone found my dream so odd when I finally opened up about it. You wanna know what it is? You probably won't care much, but I've been wanting to be a serial killer. I still do, heh. Weird right? My fourth grade teacher told my dad that was "disturbing" when I finally admitted it. It's not like it was dad's fault I wanna be a serial killer. It's nobody's fault really, I just want to be a serial killer.
I pick at my teeth with my pinky as the breeze blows past my face. I guess I should be specific as to why I want to be a serial killer, but I bet you wouldn't care much. I honestly just like how whenever there's some serial killer on the loose, it takes the cops forever and a half just to catch 'em. I guess I just wanna see if I can make it as a serial killer. Weird, am I right? Or would "disturbing" fit better? Hell, I'm surprised none of my friends are creeped out by this dream of mine.
No point in wasting time rambling. I spread my arms out and stretch as I let out a big yawn. I peer back at my alarm clock and only 10 minutes have passed by. I know I won't be able to fall back to sleep, so I might as well get ready for school. I wash my face, change into my school uniform, and head out. Suburbs always look the best early in the morning, since there aren't so many people out. Nice morning breezes, peaceful silence; just makes you think. You may be disgusted but I honestly plan out murders this way—peacefully, quietly. They actually take a lot of time to plan and carry out, y'know?
While thinking about possible ways to murder someone, I hop onto the train and sit down as it carts me off to school. There are a lot of people on the train at 5 AM, surprisingly. Ah well. As I look out of the window across from me, something taps my shoulder before I zone out too much. I jump up a bit only to see my friend, Shimoda Kazuki, wave at me.
"Well hey there, Tama-kyun~!" He says with his goofy-looking grin, "How are ya today?"
"Huh? Oh hey, Kazuki."
"Well aren't you lively?" He chuckles while nudging me.
"What is it?" I groan while moving his elbow away.
"Jeez, Sleeping Beauty, I thought you'd be excited."
I yawn and wipe a tear from the corner of my eye, "W-well of course I am!"
"Still going to follow up with that dream of your's?" He asks while messing my hair up.
"Kazuki, you sound more dumb than usual now," I say as I swat his hand off of my head and fix up my hair, "Of course I am, I would've given up that dream years ago if I wasn't serious about it." He looks around the booth and gives a half-assed sigh. For some reason, that half-assed sigh just annoys me.
"So?" I groan.
"Mmm? So what?" He peeps.
"What's got your panties in a bunch?"
"You should be asking yourself that one, Sleeping Beauty!" He sings, and that goofy grin pops up again.
I want to punch that goofy face of his, but I flick his nose instead.
"O-ow! Hey!" He yelps as he covers his nose, "What was that for?"
"What's got your panties in a bunch, pretty boy?" I repeat with a sly grin on my face.
"Ah, dammit Tama," he whines, still covering his nose, "Y'know, I honestly thought that that whole serial killer-thing of your's was some inside joke of our's. You do know that if you follow up with this whole thing, you'll be putting yourself in danger? If you do become a serial killer, they won't let you live! We won't be able to hang out again!"
"You shouldn't be worrying your pretty little head about all those details, Kazuki. You'll get wrinkles early." I hear myself say with that cocky grin, "I'll find a way around the whole thing. There are always loopholes. I'll still be able to be your best man at your wedding, and I'll be around when you go through possible marriage troubles!" I pat his back and let out a nervous chuckle. Why am I feeling nervous? Did I piss him off too much?
"Damn it, Tama~" I hear him say. Next thing I know, my nose is being yanked on. He sucks on his teeth and tells me, "Y'know what? You're a real champ!"
"Ah! Okay! Okay! I give! I give!"
He lets go of my nose and that goofy-looking grin of his shows up again. It surprisingly doesn't piss me off this time. Kazuki slips his headphones on as I rub my nose and go back to staring out the window.
This last week of school might surprise me.