Well that not a story or mabe yes... but i don't know exactly what is it neither so.. well good reading...

As far as i remember now i was always a young boy, little, too much little for my age... always the one who was punched or

insulted, my life was a resume of going to school, learning, being insulted, going home, crying, complaining, playing video

games, sleeping.

Always the same thing each day, i might go insane but something help me from my young age, i always got supported by some

kind of spirit i invented myself to maybe calm down and go forward... the mind is really strange by time...

Everything began when i was 6 or 7 years old, the school was great for me, i can remember how i felt when i was playing with

my classmates, always smilling, but one day.

Nicolas smilled, he was going out to play with his clasmate, doing bike with 4 wheels, but something happend, the last bike

was took by one of his classmate he didn't knew at all, what was his name already... L... Lucas... yes Lucas took the last

bike grinning strangely at me, something strange in this smile perturbed Nicolas, he shook his head and went to the nearest

teacher asking for a bike, but there was no more left, Nicolas cryed, how hard is it when you are young and can't play with

your friends... The teacher crouched down and put her hand on my head smilling.

"Maybe i can search if there is one somewhere else..." At those words she went toward a door and open it, my eyes went wide

when i saw a bike that the teacher bringed to me, but something bring me back to reality... this one didn't had 4Wheels but

3, the last one was broke, the teacher seemed to think and then without warning she put the two little wheels away from the

bike, Suprised i asked why she did that.

"For that you can go forward." At those word the teacher vanished off... she vanished?! was that some sort of illusion,

tough then looked at the bike i had in hand, it was a little to up high for me, i decided to go out anyway and try the bike

out!

As i walk off i went toward the nearest window, yes the windows were near the ground so i could easily climb on of them and

put myself on the bike, the balance was strange, different from a 4 wheels bike i was used to.

I reached the pedals and began to move my feets so the bike can move, it was pretty simple, i was riding a 2 wheels bike

easily, i may don't know how to stop but i didn't wanted to stop, i wanted to continue riding the bike... i wanted to feel

more of this sensation i had, i wanted adventure, mystery, discovering, i remember how i was happy those days...

Now that i think about it, this "teacher" was maybe from my imagination, maybe it represented what i call today "Ashia",

some kind of part of my mind, maybe i'm a bit confuse in my words, first i'm french ^^ and second i am myself not sure of

how to say it...

Today this "teacher" became "Ashia" an imagined friend of mine, Ashia have all the best thing to calm me down, to make me go

forward, to make me do good choices... Maybe the teahcer really existed but when i left the little school i invented my self

this teacher back in my mind...

All i know is that Ashia help me calm down, think about right things, now that i remember i was and i am again affraid of

the mortal condition we have, the mortality, i hate this thing, since i'm kid i'm affraid of dying... Ashia is a invented

character of mine but she have all the guality, she is a phoenix wich help me to stop thinking about mortality, she is nice

to me wich help me when i'm insulted... she is the best friend i could have in my life...

I wrote this to know, to learn how and why, i want to learn more about my own mind, of why i invented Ashia, of why i was

always the first to get punched, maybe because of my mental condition... i don't know i really don't know...