The Old Man Called The Moon

Ch.1 Why Is This So Important?

I stared at the sky that was outside my home. Soon it will be night, in hours. I'll be home from school.

I leave the house, after so long, and start walking to school. Or in other words, I walk to the bus stop, sit down, wait for the bus, and hop on and ride it to the land of stupid. That was pretty much walking to school in shorter terms.

When I finally got to school, I could feel some sort of tension. I don't know why, since I don't have any problems with this school, no bullies, no hard classes, mean teachers, nothing. But all of a sudden, it felt like it was haunted or whatever. I slowly started to walk toward the land of stupid, dragging my feet as it made squeaking noises, part of it being because I hated everything about this school–The other part is because I thought it was funny. When I actually made it to the school gates the next day, one of my 'friends' yelled at me across from the school gates, on the other side. The bell had rung.

"Hey! Why aren't you coming inside? It's almost time to go to the classroom!" He said, as crowds of kids walked into the school.

Oh, and if you want to know, my so-called friend's name is Mikey. Mikey Artemis. He has chocolate brown hair that was neatly combed, and it looked kinda weird. He had skin that was tanned a bit, had some regular brown eyes, and had an orange sweater that had a logo on it with palm trees and stuff. So, I guess Mikey said that.

"Okay, you bozo, I'm coming in." I lied.

I actually stood in the same place for the next five minutes until they literally forced me to come inside. As soon as they did, I saw everyone going to their classes, so I followed.

I walked to my homeroom, dragging my feet on purpose to do the squeaky noise. I slowly but surely approached my homeroom classroom, until some girl gang barged in and shoved me aside in the process. They were all giggling and laughing, and other weird noises that sounded like pigs and farts. They also said some other gibberish, probably gossip, that I didn't bother to pay attention to. I hesitated to get into the classroom, but forced myself to get in. I knew that this was the start of the day. The start of suffering. As soon as I got in the classroom–wait, you should know how my class looks like. It had a nature theme, which isn't too uncommon. The tables look like they came straight from an oak tree, a large one. Around each board, or wall where my teacher hung up stuff was leaves. There were also fairy lights all over the place. Some were around the whiteboard. The rest hanging from the roof. On each table was a sphere light that looked like a mini moon. It could change different colors. One window was always open, and the room never turned on the lights attached to the ceiling. Oh, and my teacher's name is Mr. Repetto. Ok, back to where we were, Mr. Repetto said good morning like he does to everyone. Part of his philosophy, 'you need to be kind to people so they would be kind to you' or 'calm classroom' sort of guy. His mind said otherwise, running a hundred miles an hour. Not calm. Anyways, he had some hair combed nicely, and it came to the front where it arched up a little. Probably some hair gel. He also had a beard, but it didn't really have much hair yet. His hair was a decent dark brown, and he wore a fancy button up shirt with jeans with a different tie each day.

You know what's my philosophy? School is straight up stupid. Being ironic since they try to teach you to be smart. But in reality, they literally prepare you for jail, which is where I'm going to live when I grow up. So technically, that is the only life skill I'm learning from school. And probably the only thing I'm learning and preparing for. My future. As I was contemplating school and its use, and also my whole existence and life, more kids walked in. My classmates. Now, I could spend my whole homeroom time talking about them, but I will do it when it's relevant.

Behind all my conspiracy theories, I hadn't even realized that Mikey was already sitting at our desk and was talking to me.

"...ello? HELLO? DO YOU HAVE HEARING LOSS?"