Warning: Use of words which you many not be comfortable with.
I'd always been alone. An orphan thrown out of the orphanage at 14 with barely enough money to continue living.
I had given up back then, I wanted to end me, I didn't see a point in living a life which is only going to bring despair and anguish.
Suicide. that was the only option left within me.
The loud force or rain hitting against the buildings and cars in the colossal Tokyo city. I inhaled my breath and looked down of the 9th floor building. My vision was blur because of the fog and rain formation on my glasses.
The road seemed busy, police trying to take control over the mess, drivers in the front seat yelling to each other. There was nothing but chaos and hate.
I slightly put my right leg forward and exhaled. I didn't have the courage in me to jump off. After all, i wanted to live even if my life was bootless I wanted to live.
I did whatever it took for me to survive in this cruel world. As someone who had never experienced love before, I was ruthless. I didn't care about anyone's happiness, not even mine.
Even though being underage there were many pedophiles who would want me for my only sole existence, my body. I had sex willingly with a lot of people who were old enough to be my parents or brothers.
Sex was disgusting, people who wanted sex were disgusting. The only reason I did that was for money, money was the only thing that mattered to survive.
After two years of working under the same illegal prostitute bar, we were caught. The government took all the underage prostitutes under their supervison.
We had to attend an educational system. The last time I went to a school was 3 years back. I didn't have any friends, all the children's there would shut me out saying that they shouldn't be friends with someone like me. What did they mean by someone like me? Aren't we all similar human beings? How am I so different from you all?
Today is my first day in a high school. I wanted to run away from all the mess that I was caught in. I didn't want to attend schools, my life was just fine.
Numbers and words are something which I am great in. Without much effort I would get the answer. When the government measured my IQ it was up to 200. I guess that is the reason I was sent to a highly preached school. Kokusai High School.
I denied to go back to the orphanage so they gave me my own apartment, it wasn't so big just perfect for a person to live alone.
It was a sunny day and I hated sunny days. All the sweat cluster up together to form a pool of liquid dropping down the skin.
I entered the gate. Anxiety swelled up inside me, it was all going to be the same as before. Nothing is going to change.
I went to my locker and changed into my school slippers. Every being I saw had the corner of their lips curl up to a smile. "Morning" they wished each other. It was like a reunion.
I walked down the hallways trying to find the teachers office by my self.
I knocked on the door, "come in". I went in and got all the necessary details I need to know.
The bell rang and everyone hurried to their respective classes.
I didn't want to be seen by anyone so I picked last corner seat near the window.
The teacher came in, everyone greeted her by standing up quietly and bowing down. Not anyone spoke a word.
"Since today is the first day of a new semester I want you all to write your respective name on the given books placed on your table" She announced.
There weren't much journals, just some bunch of thick books. With the tidiest handwriting ever, I wrote my name Yukio Kai.
After 15 min or what it seemed like, the teacher spoke from the lectern. "All right if everyone's done let's start our homeroom".
She called out each and everyone's name, they all responded by standing up and bowing down, no one spoke not even one word. Silence and discipline that's what the school wished for.
"Jade Yoshida"
"present"
She looked at him, he stared back right at the teachers soul piercing through it. Finally she spoke "Yoshida-San that isn't how you respond to your name" she put her pen down looking like she's about to start a 2 hour lecture. "You are a new student so I'll let it go this time but we're very careful about how you present yourself so from next time take concern of the environment and then act on your will".
"Yes ma'am!" he stood up and landed a bow down.
I liked how he was the only one who stood up for what he wanted to do. Maybe everyone here isn't so bad at all. Jade Yoshida.
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