My Melancholy

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Chapter 1: Realization

"Hurry up, Haruhi. The baseball game's starting."

"I'm coming, Dad." I called from my room. I was changing into an orange shirt. My father loved baseball ever since he played in high school, at least that's what he told me. He hoped that I would inherit that love for it as well. Until now, he has been pretty excited to take me to my first live baseball game.

"Haruhi, I told you to come down already! Your mother's already in the car!"

"I got it. Dad! I'm coming already!" I said as I rushed down the stairs. To be honest, I was only rushing down because my dad told me to. Baseball really isn't my cup of tea. I looked at the wall clock above our television. Five o'clock! Dad said the baseball game starts at 6! What the hell! The stadium's only fifteen minutes away! Leave it to my dad to always do things too early. Oh well. I got into the back seat of the car and my dad drove off. Somewhere at the five-minute point, my dad stopped lecturing me about how it is because of ME that we're going to miss the game. At least since he's done, I can get a chance to think over the answers to my homework.

"We're here!" my dad yelled. His voice was full of enthusiasm. I looked around. I think I know now why he was mad. It took us fifteen minutes to get here, another five to find a damn parking space, and it looks like it's going to take us yet another ten to get tickets.

At around 5:30, we finally entered the stadium. What I saw sure gave me a fright. Everywhere I looked, the was people, people and even more people. So much so that the people on the other side of the stadium looked like small grains of rice.

"Um...Dad?"

"Yes, Haruhi?"

"How many people are here anyway?"

"Well, this is a major game. I think the maximum seating capacity here is, what, 50,000?"

"I see." The baseball game went on without a hitch. Well, maybe there was one. Or more. Every time my dad's favorite team scored a run or catch a ball, he would jump up and start screaming at the top of his lungs. More than once I had to go back to the concession stand since he made both me and my mom spill our popcorn. Annoying, but to be honest, it felt great to be part of an interesting family. When his team won, he jumped up and started to cheer uncontrolabbly, making spill his drink on my head. Oh, well. On the way out of the stadium, I recieved another fright. In the streets was a huge sea of people. Even as my dad parked the car at our house, this was etched in my mind as if it was chiseled in stone.

"Let's see, where did I put that calculator?" I asked myself as I reaced for the calculator I kept in my school bag. "If I remember what my sensei said, then the population of all the people in Japn is 100 million," I said to myself as I punched in the numbers, "now, dad said that the number of people at the stadium was 50,000."

2000

Two thousand? That means all the people in the stadium was just a small fraction of everyone on Japan! I tried going to sleep that night, but I still couldn't get that out of my mind.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. Usually, I'd be able to dash to the bathroom to wash my face and then downstairs to eat breakfast. This wasn't my usual morning. I got up feeling very sluggish. I dragged my feet everywhere I went. I left the house with a false sense of cheer and started my usual walk to school feeling just as sluggish as when I woke up.

"Haruhi-chan!" I turned to look at the person who called. I recognized her as Miya Oyodo.

"Miya-chan, good morning." I said, trying to put on my best cheerful act.

"Not good for you I see." Rats! She saw right through me! "You're usually so cheerful in the morning. What happened to get you this way?"

"It's nothing, trust me." I said as I walked to my class. Even the teachers could tell something was wrong. Somehow, I managed to convince them otherwise. When I got back home, I didn't even feel like watching my anime. Instead, I just trudged up the stairs to my room where I laid down on the bed and buried my face in my arms. Here I thought I had the most interesting life. Great friends and family, fun classes, everything. Now I wish dad hadn't taken me to that baseball game. Everything I was doing, other people in Japan were doing the exact same thing. Brushing my teeth every night, eating three meals a day, going to school, nothing was unique about that. I'm just the average Japanese girl. I hated that fact. I know there's more for me to look forward to, but what's the point? I thought I was the most interesting person in the world and it revolved around me. Someone out there is having a more interesting life than I am. I wish I was that person. For now, it's all so pointless.

There you have it, my dear readers. If I get some nice reviews, then I'll continue this story; so if you want to see more, please review!