Will of the Wind

'The world, for all I care about, may as well blow up this very moment.'

Hello, I'm Jin, Jin Green. I'm a college student that works part-time at a gas station to earn my keep everyday. My folks died in an accident when I was young, and ever since then I've been an outcast. I'm an avid gamer and a novel writer, although I don't talk about it.

I get bullied a lot. Every damned day, I expect there to be at least a couple of people waiting for me before classes start. Why? Of course, to ask for money, bully me, make fun of me, the usual stuff you see in some novels and/or manhwas, manhuas and mangas. Very weird to find it happen in real life, but it actually happens.

Why do I get bullied? As a gamer, I don't quite share the same interests as people around me. I wear glasses, have quite long hair and overall only has an average build and height. I'm the standard nerd you find in some novels out there, keeping to myself during classes. I'm quite a famous novel writer, at the same time also a famous gamer. Although I don't really like flexing my achievements, so I don't flex. I don't know if I should regret it or not since I still get bullied.

| September 24 |

I'm changing all that today though. Once I finish wat I'm going to do, I'm seriously going to laugh at my bullies' faces. Hmm, maybe that might make a good plot for my next novel...

Anyways, in my hand is a folder, inside it lies the papers I need to apply for my new part-time job. The job itself isn't that important, but it's quite good because it can give me a headstart once I finish college, since it's quite related to my course right now. If I get good grades, maybe I'll get employed, who knows? If, hopefully, that's what the world wills, I'll gladly take the job and have a great future.

Hah, except the world isn't fair to everyone.

Out of nowhere, a strong gust of wind blew me back. It's quite strong for the weather, so I was surprised and accidentally let go of the folder! Damn it all, I'm screwed. Ah, might as well commit 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 later. My future's screwed without those papers.

Like any normal person, I immediately chased after the papers. As you would expect, of course I didn't get them. They 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 landed on a small puddle of water, probably formed from the rain that fell last night.

Now, mind you, this special puddle was in ℕ𝕆 𝕎𝔸𝕐 near other puddles at the time. There's was an 𝕀ℕ𝕊𝔸ℕ𝔼𝕃𝕐 low chance for the folder and it's contents to land on THAT puddle.

But of course, due to this bad life, where nothing was meant to be good for me, it landed in that small puddle, open and free, which of course made all the papers inside wet.

I had to endure daily torture for this. I just wanted a good life, and eventually a good family. Honestly, what did I do to deserve this?

Negative thoughts immediately flooded my head. All I could remember thinking of was ways on how to commit 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 later, really. Someone, end this miserable life of mine.

Ah, just what I expected. Rain suddenly fell down, and everyone except me opened their umbrellas or put on their raincoats. Very good timing, so good that it's hardly believable that such a thing happened to me.

But of course it did.

| September 25 |

I immediately get cornered when I entered my campus. Who, do you ask? Of course it's those bullies I keep mentioning. Every day, it's the usual routine we go through. They pester me, shove me around like it's nothing, and of course, force me to buy stuff for them. I was expecting the usual today, except this time it was something I didn't expect.

"Hey, how'd your supposed interview go?"

How did he know about my interview...

"You didn't even show up. Didn't really expect a wimp like you to, though."

"H-How did you find out?"

"Heh, my father runs that company, so you shouldn't be able to get inside it in the first place."

So I was given false hope? After all I've worked hard for, all those sleepless nights I've used, I still wouldn't even be able to get the job in the first place?

Really, us humans are something else. To someone superior you show respect and curry favor, while to those below you push and order around. I've learned that since I was young, but it really does surprise me how much people are like that.

This is a good for nothing world, really. The only reason I'm still pushing on is due t a promise I made to my parents when I was young. Without that promise, I'm probably dead by now. Why did my parents have to leave me so early?

Love. Kindness. Compassion. Do these things even exist?

Why are people like this?

Why is the world like this?

Is this really the place we all live in?

Is this what they call a good future?

For all I care about, this world can die. I have no attachment to this world, and have nothing to care for. Hell, if I die this very moment, I very much doubt that anyone will care about me.

While pondering on these things, I was pushed down onto the curb of the road. The books I was carrying fell, so I immediately hurried to pick them up, when suddenly a gust of strong wind blew a piece of paper away.

Damn wind. You lost me my one chance on success in the future, even if there was a high probability of not being accepted due to the company being my enemy's, it was still a chance.

What I didn't know was that the wind blew me to a better future.