Chapter 1 - The Reality Of Things
Brushing my teeth, eating cup noodles for breakfast, and getting my bag ready will now once again be a part of my daily morning routine. I head out at 7:30 A.M for the station, knowing the bus will take at least 30 minutes to arrive on campus.
I take a step outside of the bus, realizing that maybe coming back to school wasn’t a good idea.
“Oh? Isn’t that him? What was his name again? X?” one of them said, approaching me with his group of lackeys.
As I thought, I should have stayed home. I always attract a bad crowd when I go to school.
“Heyyy buddy! You know, it’s been sooooo lonely without you,” he said, jeeringly.
I stepped back, but at this point, the bus was already gone. The bus is always gone, isn’t it?
“So you know, X, I’ve run out of money to spend at the arcade. I know you’ll give me some,” he said, gave an innocent smile. “And by some, of course, I mean all of it. Just as usual. That’s what friends are for, right?”
I tried to walk away, but he had already put his hand firmly on my shoulder.
“I don’t have any money,” I said, firmly.
He stepped back, beginning to laugh.
“You don’t have any money? That’s just great isn’t it! Hahahaha!”
I blinked, and before I knew it, I was on the ground. It hurts. It keeps hurting as the seconds go by, and I want to call for help. But I know it would be in vain. The people nearby just watch slowly and continue to move on, feigning ignorance. I’m not really surprised either, since that’s how it always is.
After a while, I get up. I turn around and take a look at the sign planted firmly in front of the street. The bus has long since departed, without any intention of coming back.
I decided to skip school that day, preparing for a very long walk.