"mum, I'm home."
"You're back? This early?" She asked getting up from the couch.
"I'll go to my room." I shut the door and slept almost immediately.How long has it been? I slept through the entire night and day.
13:26
No point in attending classes now."Mum I'm going for a walk."
I came to china along with my mother one and a half a year ago for my education. I can't speak Mandarin very well but I did make some friends.Rick's real name is yu Xiang. I just call him rick.
It has snowed quite a lot this year. Too damn cold.
I went to a park and sat on a swing.
This feels peacefu-"HEY GET OFF THE SWING IF YOU'RE NOT SWINGING!" a kid screamed from behind.
"Jeez okay kid."I can never have those peaceful moments like they show in mangas.
I went over to a bench, thankfully it was empty. I sat on it but it was warm.That's weird. Did someone leave a few minutes ago?
Soon enough a guy came and stood near me, staring at me but soon sat on the other end of the bench.What's his problem?
His hands were pale because of the cold and his clothes didn't have pockets either.
"Here have these."
He was staring again.
"Thanks." They fit him well.
Another fifteen minutes passed by without a word. Just sitting in silence watching kids not care about the cold and play their hearts out.
I gave him an opportunity to make a conversation. DO I HAVE TO START IT TOO!?"Are you a student? You don't look like you're from here."
He finally spoke something."You're right. I'm from ___ University. What about you?"
"I'll be a freshman in that university this year."
"Really? I'll see you around then."
"UNCLE!!" the kid from before shouted.
"I'm done let's go home. Other kids are mean." Apparently they had taken her swing from her.
"Okay. Let's go." He got up from the bench and took off his gloves.
"It's okay. Return then when you come to uni." I said as a joke but not a joke for him.
"Okay. What's your name?"
"Skylar."
"I'm off then." He left before I could ask his.
Guess my gloves are gone. I better go home soon, I've got an assignment to do.
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the things we do
RandomSkylar, a writer with no life experiences of his own. Learning from observing the lives of others. A writer but still struggling with words and expressing his mind. An example of a 'perfect life'. But what's the fun if there are no problems?