Leave Me Alone, You Damned Bird!

Have You Miss Me?

Chapter 1-

The kids' conversations as they pass each other and the raucous laughter as they navigate their way through the congested halls heading for their next destination It was a pleasing sunny day, so you noticed songbirds on the field seeking food. Fortunately, the birds were at this point interrupted by pupils in physical education. And there was casually taking notes while absorbing the instructor's teach, a black slick, nearly shoulder-length, and a visible long stitch that is one ear to the other, across his face. He notes down what he can't comprehend or has not yet discovered, even though those around him might find it appealing. He considers it boring since he currently knows most of the subject matter. The discussions from yesterday were being carried out, and to remind students who were previously forgotten, there was a review.

When the third period ended, he went ahead and finished cleaning up before moving right into the fourth period without giving anyone a second glance. He avoided the girls who had
affection for him, the fearful expression he would likely resurrect due to his appearance, his somewhat pals, and most importantly, that darned bird. He made every effort to avoid running into him or attracting his attention since, if he did, he would kill him without a second thought and be irritated if he spotted him. Because his height is taller compared to the typical male and the other obnoxious person is taller than him, the black hair is extremely aware that their presence will be rather simple to detect.

He made it to his next lesson, history, and arrived there a little early. As soon as he arrived at his designated seat, he pulled out his notepad, a green pencil, alongside a yellow banana eraser. The other students walk in as he is about to set down his backpack. He inserts his ear plug in to drown out the kids' commotion, oblivious to how loud they were, but leaves one ear open to hear the introductions.

He hurriedly packed up his belongings and left his class when it was finished. Amid the mob, he made his way to his hiding place outside the school while attempting to evade his friends and family. Any day the moment he has the time or a break, which happens to be lunchtime, he comes here. He went ahead and found a seat beneath the large, possibly bristling tree with its green leaves flapping in the wind. sluggishly having a short snooze and calmly enjoying his homemade meal while listening to the outdoors. Regardless of whether he wound up skipping his subsequent lesson if that were to occur.

He hears what sounds like someone stepping on some dead leaves. He was irritated when someone interrupted his snooze while he was only partially asleep. He glanced at him as he approached, opening one eyelid only partially. It was a tall, blond man with short hair who always wore hideous pink sunglasses. With his trademark grin that no guy will ever have,
shoulders kind of hunched forward with his hands in his blue high school uniform pockets pants, a white shirt that is partially bottom-up and exposing his bare chest, and a monstrous pink feather beard hanging loosely from his shoulders. That other man chuckles as his irritation is not bothered to mask it.

"Welcoming a childhood friend who just returned is not the way to do it," someone said.

“Brat, what do you want?” He shifted himself in a crisscross position and took the leaves off his body when he was completely awake.

“Come on, Crocy. Show some ecstatic for me, will ya?” presently in front of Crocodile. “Additionally, I searched everywhere for you, bastard. When I'm away, you understand how much I miss you. Have you missed me?”

“I don’t.”