Every morning the same routine: I woke up, then it's time for breakfast and after washing my face and teeth I head toward school…oh, this and the fact that I was late.

'SHIT SHIT SHIT! I'm late…AGAIN!'

And here I am with a face of someone who had woken up and had to eat his own breakfast in a hurry. Then it was the matter of my uniform, which wasn't in perfect condition, and the fact that my rucksack is heavy like hell and right now such thing was truly something annoying considering that it was weighting me down and the worst part is that it would take me around 20 minutes of walking to reach my school.

So here I am, running like a mad man in an attempt to not be late for what would be like the tenth time or so.

'Why do I have to always go to bed at such an hour and WHY I'M ALWAYS SO TIRED!?'

In truth I know the answer to both of my 'questions' I am simply thinking so out of frustration. Still I keep running and surprisingly I manage to arrive at my destination, in my opinion, sooner than what I thought. Still, I am out of breath and a I am starting to sweat, not enough to be noticed easily, but I can still feel it.

'At least now I can catch my bre…'

Talked too soon. I imaged that I could at least walk calmly to my class and recover some of my breath: but I am literally on the edge of being late, because I have only five minutes left before the lesson will start, oh, now they have become four.

My usual luck.

Unfortunately for me, my run hasn't reached its end, I hate my life, and I head toward my class, which was located at the second floor of the building and this will only increase my fatigue, because it means literally four flight of stair!

One more sprint and I reach the door of my class, a small streak of sweat trickle down form my forehead. Not stopping to recover some breath, I push the door open and the usual sight of my classroom welcomes me and it looks like the prof hasn't arrived, which means that the class was, to say the least: a mess.

However, seeing the glass half full, I can say that I am lucky to not have met the prof and to have arrived just before the bell can ring. On the other side of the coin instead, I would more likely had a headache…considering the amount of noise they are causing.

"Seems like someone had a bad morning." Here he came, never losing a chance to provoke. Typical of Darius.

Still, I choose not to pay him any attention and start to quarrel with him, Garen will do it later, seriously what kind of problem do they have with each other. Bah, better focus on my own problem first and so I walk straight until my bench and sat down with a sigh of satisfaction… Finally! I can relax my legs and seriously I needed it.

"You run from your house until here, didn't you?" At least someone who is my friend in this mess.

"You have no idea Veigar, you have no idea." I answer leaning in my chair and enjoying the possibility to relax my muscles. My breath is still a bit accelerated and I can still feel a bit of sweat of my face, but soon both them will be gone.

"At least you managed to arrive in time for once."

"Yep." I answer back looking at my small classmate that is sitting on my left. He is the only one of my class with which I am able to get along with. My class is formed by 34 students, me included, and I managed to interact with very few of them, let alone being able to interact for more than five minutes while talking about something other than school or similar. Moreover, some members of my class aren't really the best to deal with and one of the worst was the one that greeted me: Darius. He is one of the members of the school's basketball team and he is pretty good in that, other than that, he tends to taunt pretty much every one and has a shitty and arrogant personality; in short, a full-fledged asshole that often boast about himself and the way he plays at basket while most of his grades are barely sufficient or even below that borderline.

Everyone are chatting with each other in different way and talking about everything they prefer and by summing all those voices the result was a mess in which it is hard to understand pretty much anything and I am sure that my head would explode soon enough. That, if it isn't for the fact that the prof finally arrives and everyone shut their mouth.

'Finally.'

The one in question is Prof Ryze and he is our prof of language and in my opinion one of the best we have. Still, he is also pretty strict and for how much my grades are good, the fact that I often don't make it in time to arrive is enough for him to not see me too well. Luckily enough he doesn't let his own thoughts on the matter influence his judgment, allowing me to not be on permanent alert during his lessons.

So, another normal day at school today and so, another normal day of life, yes…normal.

-Normal Life of a Teenager-

"So, what was this time that kept you awake? Let me guess, the usual."

"It's not my fault if I have problems of insomnia."

Indeed, I have that kind of problem and it is truly something I hate. Almost every night, I would end up having problem in sleeping, no matter what I would do or how much I am tired. Moreover, the cause of my problem was clear to me, still, solving it is easier said than done, so I am struck with a problem that I can't solve.

"Well, I feel pretty lucky to not share your predicament." Typical of him to do this kind of comment, but I don't pay it too much attention, I know that he doesn't suffer of insomnia and personally I do not care too much. Everyone are different from each other and have their own problems to deal with: I suffer of sleep disturbance and Veigar, well he…

"At least I'm not so small that I hardly can reach anything higher than a meter."

"Don't you dare to LAUGH AT MY HEIGHT!"

Ohoh, seems like I hit the right button. Not that I don't know it, considering how many times the others in the class taunted him about it, so I am very well aware of this and I love to tease him sometimes: his reaction is just too funny.

"Ok, ok, sorry about that." I am still half laughing and I can hardly stop but I force myself to do it.

"I hate you and don't think that I will forget this!"

And here we have reached the school's gate and now it was time to head to our houses, which are in complete different direction and so we have to part away.

"Well then, see you tomorrow…shorty."

He quickly turns his head in my direction and the next thing he do is the reaction I was hoping to see.

"EHI! I HEARD YOU!"

I couldn't resist. Still, before leaving him on his own, I wave a hand to him to and then I proceed toward my destination. My mind free to think about anything is starting to focus on something in particular that I can't wait to do, but then I remember something about today and then the course of my thoughts change.

'Mmh…she wasn't at school today…I'd better call her.'

I just remembered something important that I forgot until now, well nothing new, considering that I'm capable of forgetting pretty much anything. At least I can solve this situation easily.

'I hope that this is not connected with that 'thing'.'

Yes, I am worried, something that, over time, I have grown accustomed to but still it feels strange every time I feel it, guess I spent too much time here. Oh well, at least it is worth it. So I take out my phone and after unlocking it with the proper password I select the contact I want to call and then it starts to ring.

"Hi Shanro, how you're doing."

Typical of her to act this way.

"Hi Kaisa, I'm fine but today I saw that you didn't came to school, how's that?"

"Oh, nothing to worry about, just the usual, I felt like my head was spinning and also kind of weak. Moreover, my left arm was itching but now it is gone. Strange don't you think?"

"Yes, it truly is…maybe it is just some stress, try to rest and I'm sure you will be like new tomorrow."

"Thanks, but how was today, did something new happened?"

"Nah, nothing, apart from the fact that I was about to fall asleep during lesson and barely managed to resist…I need to rest."

"Hehe, try do get some it sounds like you truly need it. Ah did you thought about offer for this weekend?"

Oh oh…with how much I had to deal with in the past days I have forgotten it. Last Saturday she told me that she is going out on a trip to the nearby mountains this weekend for a day and she asked me if I wish to go with her. Crap…ok, there is only one solution: power of improvisation.

"I think I will come along, if I can manage to finish the schedule I shouldn't have any problem."

"Good, I'll tell you tomorrow the place where we will meet."

"Ok, then bye."

"Bye."

'This isn't good…'

She put what she is feeling as something normal which has also occurred pretty often since six years ago. The doctors and even her believe that it is some form of anaemia or something that sometimes will occur without causing too much problems, but the truth is different and it's something that no one can solve it, for now.

As if this isn't enough, the fact that this happened today, only served to confirm what I thought and the fact that these past weeks weren't only a case. Something is happening.

But while I am thinking I reach the building where my apartment is. I go inside, my mind is still thinking about the information in my possession and about what I am going to do. Heading for the lifters I go inside it as soon as the door opens, I select the second floor and so it starts moving and few seconds later I have arrived. Not wasting anymore time I walk toward my door and unlock it.

'Finally.'

The next thing that occur is my rucksack being left on the floor while I sat on a chair and stares with empty eyes at the ceiling. I lived alone in a studio flat of around 70 m2 and with only two rooms: the main one, where are pretty much everything I need and a bathroom. As for what regards the furniture it wasn't any special furniture, only the essential ones like a pair of chairs, a pair tables, TV, a kitchenette, PC a bed and a few more things. As for the illumination well: two upright lamps and one attached to the ceiling are more than enough, but I also have a window to which I look with a distract gaze, finding that I still had some hours before the night fell on the city and I know exactly how to kill the remaining time. Taking out my books and notebook I put them on the table in what can be described as a disordered order and start to do what every other student does: study.

Today it is the turn of math and science, the last one in particular was about stars and just looking at this make me smile, what they are, how they are born, their life and their death. All these informations are kept inside that book but in fact there are many missing pieces about them and about what they hide.

Time seemed to fly and before I know it, it was dark. Stretching my arms, I walk toward my bed and fall on it. I feel really tired and I still have to cook…guess that I will simply order a pizza for tonight, but on second thought, no. It would take too much time and tonight I will probably be forced to remain awake…guess that tomorrow I will not go to school. A last sigh and then my eyelids close and I fall in some kind of drowsiness, but it doesn't last long, because soon enough my eyes open once more. I felt it, I definitely felt it and this time I won't ignore it.

'Time to go out.'

Standing up, I feel all my tiredness wash away like it never existed in the first place and the familiar feeling of coldness in my body take its place. I walk toward the door but before I reach it, I look into the glass of my wardrobe. I am of average height for my age and with a slim body that doesn't show any particular development of muscles; my eyes are pale coloured almost as if sick, my skin is then also paler than most, but not so much to make me look like I am dead. My hair aren't in the best condition, they aren't particularly long but because I never combed them, they are kind of spiky and dark coloured. Ruffling them lightly, I see that they don't change shape or lower and head toward my exit. That appearance is that of a pretty much normal teenager that lives his own life, but when I reach the door I feel it. Without wasting anymore time I open it and look back in the only window of my apartment: the lights are turned off, the roads aren't too illuminated and there is a crescent moon tonight, so it is pretty dark outside and inside, but I am not afraid of dark…because that is where I can feel more at ease.

Surprised that I didn't write something at the beginning, well, let's just say that for this story I have chosen to do this way. I don't guarantee regular update, but I think that, considering the fact that I will not create long chapters, I will be able to update this story more easily than my three others. Also, I will probably publish new chapter soon enough, because there are three more that are almost ready. With this said, I say by and I hope you appreciated this story.