I leave the school and am met with urban sprawls. Towering Skyscrapers contrasted by shanty town infrastructure struck my eyes. People talking and screaming and walking and running. Everyone doing everything in this small part of town.
I could smell something I've never smelt before. The smell of Humanity; overpowering, overwhelming. The breath, the soul, the heart of this world is here. Bustling with people and things, creating the most unique visage I've ever seen.
I was struck frozen. Such a sight I never knew I could see. Living in rural areas would do that to you, but to see something so new was, inspiring.
But I couldn't sit still forever. I had to find out where I lived, and if I had a family. I really hope this body doesn't have a family, I don't want to take that from them. Take a deep breathe, then sigh. Life'll be easier that way.
I set down my bags and rummage through them. I whisper to myself as I go through the first one. "Alright, we have..." I stop talking and looked at the first thing I grabbed.
It was a text book, a Korean Text Book. This caused me to learn something knew, I can't read Korean. Opening up the first pages showed everything in Korean, and nothing translated. I grabbed the next textbook, something to probably do with physics judging from its cover. Again, all in Korean, again; nothing translated.
The next and the next and the next textbook I went through. All were in Korean, and all were indecipherable. This isn't good. Grabbing the composition notebooks, I couldn't read them either.
I sat there for a moment before slowly putting everything back. The sound of fabrics shifting with pages lightly crinkling was the only sound I heard. When everything was in the bag, I stood up. I took another deep breath. This was okay, I could do this. I can survive. I can find a way to learn Korean in, a few days.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I yell at the top of my lungs. My thoughts start to speed off at a hundred miles an hour. I'm in a foreign land, in a foreign environment, with people I don't know. And to top it all off I can't even read the FUCKING language. I curse that black room. Nothingness would be better than this.
Slow down. Crying continuously over spilled milk will get me nowhere. Looking around, I decided to just start walking forward towards the street. Hopefully something will guide me to this body's home. And the hope appeared.
Wearing a school uniform, a ten something boy called for me from across the street. "Big Brother, Choehabu! Why are you standing there? You were supposed to be out ten minutes ago."
I look to my left and right and see no one responding or even looking at him. Who is that kid talking to? Was that for me?
*"Are you alright, Choehabu?"* Wait, didn't the Teacher call me Choehabu? And that kid called for a Choehabu. He's calling for me?
I look at the kid who was full giddy kid energy, politely waiting on the opposite side of the street. And his eyes are... looking directly at me. So he's talking to me? I point a finger at myself and send a questioning gaze at him.
He sends one back when I do that. So he is talking to me. I head on towards him, stopping at the sidewalk and looking both ways before continuing. When I finally cross and get over towards him, he asks, "What took you so long? I though your school ended ten minutes ago."
"Sorry, I had some stomach issues and had to run a little late."
A smile crosses his face, making him instantly look like my younger brother. God I miss that bugger. My body went cold just then. Wait, was that the first time I thought of my family this entire time?
My breathing starts to quicken, my pulse starts speeding. Was my Family Gone!? Would I ever see them again? What happened to them? Are they okay, are they alive? Will they be okay without me?
While trapped in these thoughts, the kid nudges me asking, "Hey, you okay? You look really scared right now."
That brings be back to reality, away from those... terrifying thoughts. I collect myself before responding, "Yeah, just, just remembered something I lost. Let's go home now."
His face lit up for a second time and he started to race me home. At the end of the ordeal, I found out where I lived and lost twenty pounds.