Chapter 1: slow start.
Flash could only look at the phone. Everything else around him was a blur, and sounds didn't reach his brain. He wouldn't listen. Nothing else was important. He took a glance around him before beginning to type again. The tapping sounds the buttons made when they were pressed were music to his ears. This was his only happiness. The only thing he liked in this world. His eyes trailed after the words as they appeared on the screen.
2:30 P.M.: Hiyama-Sensei wrote another math equation on the board. I have no idea what the answer is. Three classmates are paying attention. About half of the class is talking. Two classmates are selling drugs under the desk.
2:31 P.M.: Hiyama-Sensei wants us to pay attention. Two students are calling me weird.
Flash smiled a sickly smile and pushed some messy brown hair out of his face.
2:32 P.M.: my hair got caught in my glasses again.
Flash didn't exactly have any friends. In fact, he never had had one. He was a bit of a loner. Flash couldn't explain it, but he had always had a very strange feeling about himself. He didn't feel like he belonged. His parents had called it shyness, but Flash wasn't so sure. He could never feel at home with other living creatures. So Flash turned to phones. Phones were amazing. They connected people remotely, and nowadays could do so much more. Apps could do a ton of things. At first, Flash had tried to play as many as possible. However, he found himself yearning for something individual. So he began writing a diary on his phone. Flash aspired to be a narrator, so he wrote his observations down like he thought a narrator would. It amused him a lot, so he even began doing it in school. His classmates didn't like it much, but Flash didn't like them, so it was fine.
3:00 P.M.: Hiyama-Sensei finally ends his lecture and dismisses us. Right on time!
Flash abruptly put his stuff away, changed shoes, and left the school.
'Finally... Away from those assholes. It couldn't have come fast enough.'
As Flash was walking home, he zoned out, though he kept typing up observations as he walked. He was going to visit his only friend. Flash had only one friend that felt right. He was an imaginary friend, though, so Flash figured he had created him to be right.
"Hey. You gonna tell me your name today?" Flash grinned. He had mentally entered a world filled with black haze. A shadowed man wearing a business suit stood in the midst of the haze, writing in a notebook.
"No. I've told you over and over again you should not address me." The man replied.
"I don't know what to call you, then." Flash kept grinning.
"Then don't talk to me. I'm doing important things here!" The man huffed.
"But I'm bored!" Flash whined.
"You're always bored because you're never doing anything interesting." The man kept at his writing.
"Well, even the diary is getting a bit dull..." Flash sighed.
"Hm." The man's pencil suddenly stopped in its movements. "You wish to make it interesting again?"
"Uh, yeah." Flash was a bit taken aback by the man's sudden lapse in behavior. He had never stopped writing in the notebook before...
"It shall be done." The man said. He was about to start writing again when a new voice cut in.
"Don't you EVEN!" A knife penetrated the mist and slashed it apart. Flash snapped back into reality to find himself in an alley. A girl his age was glaring right at him, a knife in her hand. She spun the knife and slammed it into the wall next to his head.
"You aren't going ANYWHERE... Let's TALK."
Chapter 1, end.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it so far! Just a quick note. This chapter was a bit of a prologue, expect the rest of the chapters to be a lot longer. Review and all!