Good morning

II

I heard the words come out of her mouth. Die. She wrote that? Lunch was pretty quiet after that.

I looked down at my notebook, then back at the blackboard. I wrote everything I could see down. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and looked up to see a balled up piece of paper fly through the room and hit Jessica in the head.

She held the back of her head and turned around in confusion.

"Who?" She asked. No one said anything so I looked back down and tuned it all out again.

I didn't think anything of it. It wasn't my place to care about any of this. In fact I didn't even know her. It kept happening though. Day after day, week after week. They didn't stop.

I was walking down the hallways late after school ready to go home when I turned a corner.

"Oh. Mr. Kuzuki."

"Hello Mieru. Did you have a good day today?"

"Yes sir." That's when I realized the girl behind him. It was her, Jessica.

"You two are in the same class, correct? Jessica tells me she's being teased. However we don't know the names of the people in question. Has this been happening during class? If so, you should know the names of anyone teasing her. Mieru?" He leans down to my level.

"...No sir. Nothing has happened during class."

Her face saddens and she looks down.

"I see." He stands back up. "Sorry to bother you. Have a good night Mieru."

"You too sir."

They walk away together and further down the hallway. I wonder why she didn't say anything when I lied. She's strange.

I make my way to the lockers and put on my outdoor shoes and leave the school behind.

I pull down my stockings and lower my skirt. I walk in and announce my arrival.

"Welcome home sweetie." My dad pokes his head out of the kitchen and smiles at me.

"You're cooking. I told you I can take care of dinner."

"You're so much like your mother." He chuckled. "Always putting others before yourself."

That's a lie.

"I'll handle the cooking tonight. I'll let you know when it's ready." He said.

"Alright." I said putting my bag down on the chair and heading upstairs.

I turned on my phone and scrolled through social media apps until I felt eye strain.

Nothing interesting happens to people like me. We observe until we get bored and then we leave. My life doesn't hold much meaning. I don't really have anything to live for now that I think about it. That's laughable.

"Idiot..."

I've never done anything except take what was given or not given to me. I sit and watch and never interact. But I don't feel bad about it, not one little bit.

The dark room seemed to engulf me with it's eerie shadows. The noises I heard as the wooden floors cracked and bent.

Time is now making less and less sense as the days go by. You count them on one hand, then two, then one again until you forget what number you're on.

I don't doubt it'll change but sometimes I wonder if I'm just trying to convince myself that.

I walked up to the school with my bag in hand. Filled with books and pencils and other stationary you might assume I was a good student if you looked in my bag. But I'm not. I don't do work I don't have to, and I always forget to work on things until the last minute. I end up with my grades in the 50s and don't care so much.