Chapter 1: C001: School
-Hey, look at this story. He looks so cringe.
-I know. I laughed so hard when I saw this.
-You have already seen it!?... I guess I gotta find something new to show.
Loneliness was something that I suffered at sixteen. I was too shy in my childhood to talk with my classmates. I didn't talk with my classmates until they approached me first.
Things might have been different right now if I had talked with them at the beginning of elementary school. I should have made more friends in my childhood.
-Can you tell me the answer to this equation?
-The answer will be....
I am average in my studies and not from a rich family. I want to skip school but my mother will be sad if I do so.
-What have you decided to do after school?
-Of course, be a slave to the government-
I just wanna pass out from school but still, after that, I will have to find a job to live the rest of my life.
It's like mental torture every day in school.
Don't open your mouth. Be quiet and say 'Hi, Hello' or 'Hey, How are you doing?' 'Yeah, I'm fine.'.....
People talk to me like they care about me but deep down, I know that they don't. They say that they are my friends but if they were, shouldn't they not be talking to me only for a few seconds in school each day?
Outside the school, they act like they don't know me. Also, some events in middle school led to the downfall of my self-confidence.
-Okamoto, look at how he's sleeping.
A tall and underweight, fair-skinned man with blue eyes, a round chin, wavy eyebrows, a small nose and large ears. He has thick, copper hair, has a noticeable scab on his right ear. His name is Okamoto Toshiaki.
He's the tallest person in our class and is trying out for the basketball team.
Okamoto: Let him sleep. He's a fool. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
-How about we wake him up?
Okamoto: Shiroma, if it's boring then I am not in it.
A short and athletically builhoney-skinned man with beady, dark brown eyes, a rounded jaw, thin eyebrows, an angular face and small ears. He has wavy, dark brown hair, and seems out of place. His full name is Shiroma Tetsuo.
Shiroma was bullied a lot in middle school but he made himself stronger after which, his bullies never messed with him.
Shiroma: Let's play catch with our bottles~
Shiroma smiled but Okamoto looked confused at his smile. After some hand signs that Shiroma indicated to Okamoto, he seemed to have understood what Shiroma was trying to say.
Shiroma took out a bottle from his bag and gave it to Okamoto. Shiroma then walked towards me and hand-signed towards Okamoto.
Shiroma: Thow it here! I'll catch it!
Okamoto threw the bottle towards Shiroma and he deliberately didn't catch it. The bottle's cap was open so the water spilled on my shirt as soon as the bottle hit me on the head.
A 5' 7",fair skinned man with hazel eyes, small lips, thin eyebrows, a turned-up nose and defined cheekbones. He has thick, grey hair, has a large scab on his lower back, and he has wide shoulders, and average-sized feet. He is carrying a pen.
Shiroma: Are you okay?
I rubbed my head and stood up from my seat. I was about to shout but then I looked at the eyes gazing at us.
Me: I am o-okay.
I had my fists clenched. I'll hit him. I'll hit him. I'll kill him. These were my thoughts.
Okamoto: You shouldn't sleep in school. It's not our fault that you were hit 'accidentally'.
The whole class laughed and agreed with Okamoto. The whole class looked at me. I sat back and unclenched my fists.
It's fine. It's not like I have gotten seriously hurt. The bottle was quite light.
Me: Y-Yeah, I a-am sorry for t-that. Accidents do happen when y-you l-least accept it.
Before I could complete my whole sentence, they had already walked away. My words were only heard by the empty air.
This is what I am talking about. They don't bully me directly, they talk behind my back and walk away when I am talking. I hate it when people do this to me.
I developed this stuttering after my middle school incident. I get social anxiety when I have to talk in front of a group of people.
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