"Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality."
-Jules de Gaultier

Definitly

or: Life's cruel being.

Was it his lucky day? Definitely not, as he felt like fortune had smacked him hard across his face. He stood in front of the room of his personifcated doom. He knew it. No one went into this room and lived long enough to get paper, pen and enough time to write the tale down. He blamed his class for being here, but he knew he would get all the blame and punishments again. Life was just too cruel to him.

No, he definitely wasn't one who looked at a half-empty glass of blood. He looks at it like it was full, or at least half-full. As it made no real difference for him. He doesn't look at it in disgust and throws it across the room to the nearest wall, being blamed yet again for something he might have done. Even if in that case he would have done it. He wouldn't look at it like he was a vampire, either, who was ready to drink the red liquid down to the last drop. He would send it t a hospital, to help other people. Or he might put it away. Or he even might fill it up again. Considering that the last option seemed actually pretty emotional like. The second option actually seemed even to be not such a bad idea, though. He dismissed the thoughts again. Period.

As he entered the room, he heard the sickening voice of his cold doom, which was a man in midage. "Sit down. " His voice droned, with a cold hint in it. It seemed like he voice of a Overlord, which did not accept failure or misbehaving. Just seemed a Overlord much more friendly in this moment, as the person before him. As he newly arrived person sat down, he saw the man taking a book and opening it. "Check page 29 to 31. Copy it in your excise book and let me check it after. Depending how well you did, I will let you go home or not." The younger person was sure. This person indeed WAS his doom. And Life WAS cruel.

"Sweet! ", was all the person could get out. Ascan Daisuke Grantesz, for short Dai or Ascan, had survived the extra work. Life seemed to be so sweet in such moments. The young man looked out of the door of the school. The Headmaster had checked his writings, accepted it and left him for freedom. In the first time of School History, someone survived the extra work by the headmaster! Too bad Ascan didn't felt like writing the tale down. One thought lightened up. Maybe he was NOT the first one, who survived this torture ? Prohably had others it either, but just didn't wanted to write it down like Ascan ? Ascan felt down yet again. Life was Cruel at such moments.

When he arrived at the bus stop, he noticed his friends. There were on one hand Izumi Ikkaku, a young but strong girl in his class. She was never afraid of anything or anyone, but she didn't believed in things she has never seen before. Which means that she doesn't believe in Souls, either. Which makes it hard for his other friend, Zaiaku Kazeniichi. He always said he sees Ghosts and that stuff. Hell, he even demands that he see evil monsters! He never believed in that things, so he let talk, but heignore it. A sad fate actually. Life seemed to cruel at such moments.

He walked in to see that he tried to get her attention about anything yet again. "No really, I swear I saw a large Lizard with a horse's head and arms like these of a crab! He had a white mask on his face! " She rolled her eyes again. Izumi really was annoyed. "What I don't see, I don't believe! Stop trying to give me a picture of something I never saw! " She countered cold towards her and Ascan's friend, who just choke his head in silence. He gave up for now, but it was just a matter of time until he continued to make her "believe these things." Ascan walked up beside them and greeted them. "Hey guys, you didn't catch the other bus before, did you ?" Izumi rolled her eyes again. "Would we be here else, Einstein ?" Ascan shrugged. "You know that this is my usual question in such cases." A Bus was driving towards the busstop now. Holding there, Ascan & Izumi went in. Zaiaku had to drive with a different bus. "Really now.", she started complain. "Some time I will give him a new smack of face! He is so annoying at times !" Ascan shrugged again. "I don't really care for that fact, I let him be what he want. If he thinks, that he can see dead people and these monsters, I don't care. Just do like you are listening but don't do, that's the trick. "

Time went by pretty fast. It was one busstop before Ascan had to go out. He really didn't want to go home, but he had to finish his school stuff for tomorrow. Either he had a MMORPG waiting for him. He grinned. "What you gonna do today, Izumi ?" It was her turn to shrug now. "Not much, prohably I gonna go to the Boxing training. Will be a lot of fun, I hope. " Ascan looked at her with a risen Eyebrow and a strange look. "You are doing boxing ?" She rolled her eyes the prohably 100st time today. "Of course I do, how do you think I was able to punch this excuse for a fighter, who is one year older then me!" He remembered this incident. He was mobbing her, at first she ignored him, but when he started to touch her, she gave him a hit he will never forget. Ascan chuckled, he didn't even neared her for months. The bus was starting to slow down, as he aimed for the next Busstop. "Okay, here is my stop. See ya somewhen." He walked out of the bus as new people went in. Going straight the street up, into a other street, straight to a large house. It was painted white, before it was a prev.-garden, with a lot of different flowers and plants. Ascan went to the door, took a key out and opened it. "Hey Mom, I'm Home!

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