10003

10-A

My contribution?
Same as everyone. I guess lower than average.
My desires? Principles?
Quite selfless.
My actions?
Not so selfless.
I'm no better than my old man.

WE ARE THE SAME.

I'm exactly like everyone else.
I was too tired in afternoon, no I've been tired all day.

* Keiko kept down her phone not knowing that the article he was reading will soon become her reality.
She knows she is rotten in the head
And yet,
She is 'too pure' for this world *

* THUD- *
"I'VE TOLD YOU AT LEAST THREE TIMES BY NOW! WHERE IS MY MILK!?
"I HAVE-"
* SLAP *
"It's cold..."
I rushed down stairs already knowing what happened.
There he was...
Cluching onto my mother's hair, milk splattered all across the wall.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MT MOTHER!"
I pushed him on the floor with tears in my eyes.
Tears of anger...
He gave me a surprised and disappointed look.
This is the first time I actually stood up to him for my mother.
I slapped him kept on slapping him.

My hands sting...

"Stop! Now!" My mother shouted at me.
And so I did.
My father laid still, all bloodied up.
I probably punched him a few times I think.

"Stupid bitch..." He muttered.
I punched him again.
"Shut it."
He soon passed out.
I turned to my mother who was sitting at the dining table with her head in her hand as if she is too tired because of all this.
I think she is.
"L-let's leave. I'll earn." I blurted out to my mother as blood was dripping down my knuckles.
"But-"
"Please...I can't hear seeing you like this anymore."
She sighed.
"Go and pack, be done before he is up."
" Of course." I said with the happiest grin.

We left soon enough.
A new home.
A new school.
I got a job too.
All this took a while, but we're kind of settled now.
I want to sleep...
I looked at the clock
9:45 p.m
It's early but I'll sleep.

A classroom?
Why can't I see anyone?
What the...
Wait, this girl.
I can see her.
She looks...gross.
A shabby short haircut, eyes as if she applied a ton of mascara but it's all real, a lifeless almost horrifying face."
Okay maybe not 'gross' but not attractive for sure.
I can only see her.
But it seems like she can see everything, everybody.
She's looking at me.
FUCK.
She's scary. WHY IS SHE SCARY?!
"H-hey" I smiled.
"SEE YA!" She shouted with her eyes widened.
She shot me.
I'm not dead? Huh?
Wait... I'm...still...what?
Why do my legs seem different.
They have scars and they seem shorter.
Did she...
I rushed to check my height on the wall markings I made throughout my life.
I'm shorter...
By 8 cm.
I didn't realise I was back in my father's home somehow.
Did she cut my damn legs!?
How!?
Why am I still able to walk!?

"Honey, wake up. You don't want to miss your first day at school." My mother woke me up.
I groaned as I woke up.

Thank God...

"I don't wanna go" I begged as I fell back on the bed.

"Leave or I'll kick you and you'll find yourself at the entrance of the school."

Jeez.

I reached my new school. I'd be lying if I said it was a shit school.
A new school.
This one is kind of big, very big actually.
I approached the lady at the desk.
"Excuse me, may I know my class?"
"Admission number?"
"10003."
" Class 10-A it is."
"Alright, thank you"

The school is good and clean but it has kind of an eerie atmosphere.
Doesn't really matter.
At least I was able to switch school in the middle of the year.