I'm pretty sure I'm an average person... or rather below average. But one or two things I can say about myself is that...
I'm never gonna be someone's ideals not now not ever.
Not my family's not my so-called friends, and I'm totally fine with that because that's how I've always been. A boring and uninteresting person.
And I totally accept being like this you know... ordinary and all.
"you're always gonna be alone if you keep acting like this" someone said to me back in junior high.
...
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I reach my hands toward my alarm clock. Amidst all this, it was still quite dark outside so I couldn't really see anything. I felt my hand touch a rectangular object which should've obviously been my clock so I push done a button making the irritating beep sound stop.
But whose fault is it that it's irritating? Well, mines, of course, I bought it so why am I so irratiated I ask myself.
I look at my clock
5:30 AM
To be honest, mornings aren't really my thing but it's a school day what choice do I really have.
I stood up smelling the lingering stench of my sweat. Wow, I didn't realize I'd be this drenched when I wake up I thought. Quite bothered by it, I head out of my room and unto the shower, I obviously wasn't going to go to school like this.
After brushing my teeth and getting dressed I hurriedly rush downstairs.
As I head to the kitchen I overhear my parents arguing like usual. Adults are such piteous beings. But who's to tell me I'm right or wrong, It's my opinion and how I view things and no one can change my perspective of things.
They change their gaze towards me. However, their gaze wasn't normal someone would think, but I was used to their cold gaze that would easily make someone tremble.
I ignore them, leaving the house, quite hungry I head east of where a bakery shop stands. I hate talking to people or is it that I hate people talking to me?
... "May I have two crossaints," I ask the lady glaring at me.
"Yes, young man" she replies energetically.
As I take the food I head out of the bakery shop, I see people walking towards the direction I'm heading, which is obviously my school. School uniforms are so futile, I still hate the idea of wearing a collar for 8 hours a day.
I make my way into the gates of the school, I look up seeing the big posted sign saying the school's name, "Shinkai Academy".
I head to my class which should be class 4-a, entering in I see most people gathered together talking to each other. Do people know each other already or have they recently just started talking I thought.
"Does someone sit here?" I ask someone sitting at the edge of the quite noisy room.
Acting disgusted he mutters, "no".
The room gets quiet. Everyone shifts their eyes towards us...no it's just me.
"Isn't that him guys?" someone says in a whispering voice. "Yeah, I think it is." Another replies.
I sigh, sitting down.
Our teacher enters the room glamorously scanning the room. "settle down", she says in an optimistic tone.
She notifies us that we are gonna do introductions.
"sighing" I start daydreaming and without realizing I wake up with tons of eyes glaring at me, realizing that it's my turn, And Not knowing what to say. The words " uh... I'm kiyomi Tsuda, and I'm 16 years old", spill out hesitantly before sitting back down.