School and the springtime of youth.
Plenty books and stories display youth as a rose-colored adventure teeming with endless possibilities, impressive friendships, and passion all-around.
For better or worse I've lived an uneventful life for all 15 years of it, simply waking up handling my responsibilities for the day and then heading to bed ready for the next instance. Human nature requires routine and mine has been set at this frequency for my entire conscious existence.
Whilst the same day-to-day may become dull for most, it was all I had ever known and despite not being dissatisfied with my current state, I still jumped at the occasion to change my life around.
That's how I now find myself in this situation, waiting at the bus stop for transport to my new home and academic institution. Acting as a boarding school, ANHS (Advanced Nurturing Highschool) will be the place of residence and study for the next 3 years of my life. Without much experience in such an informal setting I'm sure I'll have my difficulties, but I should be able to adapt to that soon enough.
Without willing it my heartbeat seemed to accelerate a little, I must be more excited than I thought. Or maybe it's the nerves. I'm somewhat of a recluse so even getting the bus today is different from the norm.
Ah, I can just picture everything going wrong, my lack of communicative abilities causing me to get bullied or perhaps mistaken for a creep. If a cute girl said I was to my face, I don't think I could handle such abuse.
Such actions should be completely inconsequential and have no greater bearing, but at the same time it feels as if these instances are make or break and will continue or end a life at that moment.
Perhaps I don't quite understand myself as deeply as I thought, no I suppose that's been the issue all along. I've never understood myself, never acted with spontaneity or on impulse. I simply relive the same day, every day like a computer set to run a predetermined course.
The first step to changing such a dull existence begins today; romance, friendship, dreams, aspirations all of it lies in the promised land only a bus journey away. Over time I can displace this grimy carapace and finally create a new shiny coat for all to see, even sprout wings to fly freely in this space.
Perhaps, the contents might even change over time due to this metamorphosis, but that may just be wishful thinking. An insect remains an insect no matter how many times it emerges from a cocoon.
The cool spring breeze cares not for my soliloquy and rushes against my body, rustling my uniform and the hair adorning my head. "I should get a haircut soon." The bangs wafting in my face only obstructed my view, it has been a while since my hair was trimmed. Just another downside to my introverted nature, I imagine the school has the facilities to manage it. I could always trim the hair myself, but this is the reason we have a society where everyone specializes differently, I'd rather have someone with skill and knowledge handle my hair.
For my own self-interest and the benefit of others I should aim to manage my appearance so as not to cause discomfort. Especially for friendships and romantic pursuits, no-one actively pursues slovenly people, especially upon a first impression. Someone who places no care upon themselves is even less likely to show care for others.
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Class C: Civil War
Action"Kukuku. As I thought, this school is more than it lets on." The magenta haired boy suddenly punched his desk to punctuate his sentence the addressed the rest of the class. "Listen, you bunch of small-fries. You'll all work for me and I will bring y...
