Chapter 2
Thump, thump. Was that my heartbeat? Or my footsteps? Am I hallucinating? Is this hallucination? This could be a bad sign. Despite of all this, I had to open the door. So I opened it. It looked liked I was expecting something to fly out or something happening when I opened it. Nothing happened. Great. I looked around the room. There were at least 16 people in the room. No one paid attention to me. They were either chatting or looking busy or sitting alone, not wanting to be noticed. It occurred to me that not everyone was here. My hopes went up, a little. There was a slim chance that Michiru would have the same homeroom as I did. The teacher was sitting at his desk, looking around the classroom, waiting till everyone arrived. I walked to the end of the classroom and sat at the end of the 5th row, which was next to a window. Perfect. No one can bother me; I can sit here to think. More people came in; none of those people were Michiru. The second bell rang. (A/N: in my school, the first bell is for people to go to their classes; five minutes later, the second would ring and everyone is to be in the classroom.) Damn. She's not here. Maybe she's late, though I didn't trust myself.
The teacher stood up. He was a broad-shouldered man, brown haired, and was well over five-and-a-half feet, or at least somewhat close. He wasn't skinny, but he didn't look like he was into meat. Maybe he was a vegetarian. His skin was brown, but not from a tan, maybe he got it from birth. He had blackish and his gray hair was starting to grow. He looked as if he was forty-five. But I could be wrong, and I don't want to find out. He introduced us to him as Mr. Kamon. He looked as if he was a strict teacher. Again, I may be wrong. He started roll call. This class had a mixed number of social one, two, and three. Of course, everyone had at least one friend in this class. Not all of social threes' people are loners, so they can have friends. Not me, I might as well be lonely forever. I never expected this but hey, I never expected a lot of things.
Mr. Kamon started a lecture about how he was going to grade us, homework, all of that stuff. I tried to listen, really. But I wasn't a very good listener but that never bothered me one bit. Maybe to the teachers, but not me. I was being my usual self. I don't think that science was the thing I'll be mastering from. Actually, I didn't really think any of my subjects would help me choose a 'right' path for me. I didn't care. My parents also didn't because they feel I doing great no matter what in school besides skipping and being a 'bad' kid. Other than that, it was okay. It was really rare that parents don't care about grades as long as they love you no matter what.
Mr. Kamon assigned us our first homework of the day. Oh man. I never liked homework. Hell, I don't think anybody does. Well, some people... First period is going to end. Yay. Second period is Geometry. Math is confusing. Never liked it, never will. Junior year is supposed to be the hardest year and all that. Yeah, it gets harder but it never gets too challenging. I didn't really have many talents. Sure I can play the piano but, I don't know, it seems empty....I feel like I need someone, to hold, cherish...something....or maybe I'm just lonely. I guess it seems that way.
For the rest of the day was like this. Me sitting in the back. I'm used to this anyways. To my major disappointment, Michiru wasn't in any in my classes. During lunch, I ate and sat alone. I didn't bother to make any friends. I didn't want to be noticed by anyone. I didn't see Michiru all day. I lost all hope. I sadly walked home. I really didn't want to cry because crying is just not for me. Crying is for weak people -sorry if this offends you. My mom looked suspicious as I opened the door, ran upstairs, locked my room and stayed there. I didn't want her to worry so I yelled, "School was great. I'm going to rest now." Okay, it was a lie. I just didn't want to tell her the truth. I didn't feel like going to the gym today. Maybe tomorrow. Skipping a day wouldn't hurt. I also didn't feel like playing the piano. During dinner, I didn't eat much. Actually, I didn't want to eat but I don't want my parents to get doubtful. We would usually talk about something. Today, silence was held at dinner. After dinner, I took out the trash, ran to my room, and stayed there. I could not help it. I cried. I think it was like depression or something. Damn. It made me feel weak, but I was not weak....I felt really doubtful of that. Only one name springs to my mind all day long...Michiru...
Thump, thump. Was that my heartbeat? Or my footsteps? Am I hallucinating? Is this hallucination? This could be a bad sign. Despite of all this, I had to open the door. So I opened it. It looked liked I was expecting something to fly out or something happening when I opened it. Nothing happened. Great. I looked around the room. There were at least 16 people in the room. No one paid attention to me. They were either chatting or looking busy or sitting alone, not wanting to be noticed. It occurred to me that not everyone was here. My hopes went up, a little. There was a slim chance that Michiru would have the same homeroom as I did. The teacher was sitting at his desk, looking around the classroom, waiting till everyone arrived. I walked to the end of the classroom and sat at the end of the 5th row, which was next to a window. Perfect. No one can bother me; I can sit here to think. More people came in; none of those people were Michiru. The second bell rang. (A/N: in my school, the first bell is for people to go to their classes; five minutes later, the second would ring and everyone is to be in the classroom.) Damn. She's not here. Maybe she's late, though I didn't trust myself.
The teacher stood up. He was a broad-shouldered man, brown haired, and was well over five-and-a-half feet, or at least somewhat close. He wasn't skinny, but he didn't look like he was into meat. Maybe he was a vegetarian. His skin was brown, but not from a tan, maybe he got it from birth. He had blackish and his gray hair was starting to grow. He looked as if he was forty-five. But I could be wrong, and I don't want to find out. He introduced us to him as Mr. Kamon. He looked as if he was a strict teacher. Again, I may be wrong. He started roll call. This class had a mixed number of social one, two, and three. Of course, everyone had at least one friend in this class. Not all of social threes' people are loners, so they can have friends. Not me, I might as well be lonely forever. I never expected this but hey, I never expected a lot of things.
Mr. Kamon started a lecture about how he was going to grade us, homework, all of that stuff. I tried to listen, really. But I wasn't a very good listener but that never bothered me one bit. Maybe to the teachers, but not me. I was being my usual self. I don't think that science was the thing I'll be mastering from. Actually, I didn't really think any of my subjects would help me choose a 'right' path for me. I didn't care. My parents also didn't because they feel I doing great no matter what in school besides skipping and being a 'bad' kid. Other than that, it was okay. It was really rare that parents don't care about grades as long as they love you no matter what.
Mr. Kamon assigned us our first homework of the day. Oh man. I never liked homework. Hell, I don't think anybody does. Well, some people... First period is going to end. Yay. Second period is Geometry. Math is confusing. Never liked it, never will. Junior year is supposed to be the hardest year and all that. Yeah, it gets harder but it never gets too challenging. I didn't really have many talents. Sure I can play the piano but, I don't know, it seems empty....I feel like I need someone, to hold, cherish...something....or maybe I'm just lonely. I guess it seems that way.
For the rest of the day was like this. Me sitting in the back. I'm used to this anyways. To my major disappointment, Michiru wasn't in any in my classes. During lunch, I ate and sat alone. I didn't bother to make any friends. I didn't want to be noticed by anyone. I didn't see Michiru all day. I lost all hope. I sadly walked home. I really didn't want to cry because crying is just not for me. Crying is for weak people -sorry if this offends you. My mom looked suspicious as I opened the door, ran upstairs, locked my room and stayed there. I didn't want her to worry so I yelled, "School was great. I'm going to rest now." Okay, it was a lie. I just didn't want to tell her the truth. I didn't feel like going to the gym today. Maybe tomorrow. Skipping a day wouldn't hurt. I also didn't feel like playing the piano. During dinner, I didn't eat much. Actually, I didn't want to eat but I don't want my parents to get doubtful. We would usually talk about something. Today, silence was held at dinner. After dinner, I took out the trash, ran to my room, and stayed there. I could not help it. I cried. I think it was like depression or something. Damn. It made me feel weak, but I was not weak....I felt really doubtful of that. Only one name springs to my mind all day long...Michiru...