It hasn't always been the way it is now. Things haven't always been this bad or lonely. It has never been this cold. Working alone is something that I have only recently started to be doing. As a matter of fact, I am not even sure if an entire year has passed. But, oh well. Who is keeping track, right?

Back then, things seemed to flow much easier. Time never seemed to be the issue of the situations, nor was it the lack of team work. It was just the simple fact that I sucked and she had to pay for it. Not a picture I was happy living with. So I did what I felt was right.

But was it really? Was it my right to make the choice for her? Things have changed. In what way depends on your view. I am sure she sees it as an improvement. I on the other hand have my doubts about it.

I always wondered what it would feel like to be all on my own. Now that I know, it isn't as scary. I guess I've just gotten used to it. But my major question would be if I should have to get used to it in the first place. I did it for her. Now I am on my own.

Define the word "fair" please. What is it about it that we can all clearly state, yet we can never agree on it.

It is only fair to hurt those that hurt you, yet that doesn't make it right. Correct? Or false? We can't tell, neither can they. I am just a boy who started out wondering about nothing beyond which subject he was going to avoid in school the next day. Now I am making decision to protect and entire planet.

Go me?

...

The hot summer sun was shining onto my face as I opened the curtains in my room, letting the glowing hot orb send light into my room. The second the yellow beams hit my eyes and stumbled backwards and tripped over my backpack, falling backwards over my bed, landing on the floor on the other end.
Just my luck.
I groaned slightly as I pushed myself back up onto my feet, feeling a light poke in my back. As soon as I had regained a somewhat solid stance I looked behind me over my shoulder to make out where my backpack was hiding. Under all the clothes that had just been thrown onto the floor, it was a miracle I was capable of finding my own two feet. Sometimes I did spend more than a minute looking for them though.

"Alright Rufus. We gotta clean this up." I said to my pink, hairless little buddy who quickly jumped out of my bed, ran towards me, climbed up my leg and made his way into the pocket of my jeans. He gave me a thumbs up and nodded swiftly, telling me that, as much as he approved of my idea, he was as unwilling to do it as I was.
"I could just put them all under the carpet. Then again, I would need a bigger carpet." I continued, while looking for my so called "carpet", which was nothing more than a old rag I once made in school.
Shaking my head I walked over to my backpacked and picked it up quickly, while glancing over to the framed photograph which I had put on my table, right next to my computer. The picture was of Kim and me, holding each other in a tight embrace, shortly after graduation. I still wore the space suit which I had put on before went up to the space ship to save Kim and Drakken.

I sighed for a second before throwing the backpack over my shoulders and walking downstairs to pick up my lunch and leaving. My parents had already left the house for work, so it was pretty quiet when I entered the kitchen. As expected, the bag with my lunch in it had been put onto the table by my mother. Everyday she would put my food there. I could always count on that.

Now I can't

I grabbed it and ran out the front door and towards my scooter. I hopped onto it, started the engine and got myself moving towards my brains new home.

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Yeah, I know this is a short opening. But as I am writing this it is 1 pm here and I haven't slept since 2 pm yesterday. So I need to end this and continue tomorrow.