BLU Monochrome is Here

CH.1 Don't care.

     As I wake up, eyes tired, I stretch my arms and legs. I stand, only to briskly walk to my kitchen. The auburn wood flooring glistens, almost as if made of resin. A pair of french doors to my left, leading to a balcony. From witch, the city of Osaka can be viewed for every passing story. An island in the middle of the kitchen, cold marble of a snowy white, atop, a Italian original ceramic vase bearing a single Lily of the Valley. Dark wooden cabinets hold basic plaits, bowls, cups, and mugs. A fridge and stove, along with a sink, expertly placed in the most convenient places it the kitchen.

                I opened the cabinet. Grabbing a mug, I began to make coffee. Grinding the beans, and making the coffee, I begin to froth the milk. Pouring myself a cup with care, then adding vanilla, then frothed milk, a rich, familiar, aroma fills the air. I grab a raspberry pastry, recently purchased at Route271, a four star bakery in Osaka.

                I sit down and begin to sip the hot liquid. Calmly biting into the pastry, as I listen to the city sounds. As soon as I finish, I head to my bathroom. After taking a shower, I put on the clothes I had placed out for myself the previous night. A back undershirt, covered by a sleeveless white shirt. The top of witch, was elastic, covered by striped fabric. It rounded around my torso and arms, making up for the lack of sleeves, but still leaving my shoulders and most of my arms exposed. Simple jeans and combat boots, for all weather.

                 Sitting in-front of the vanity, I sigh. Grabbing the two combs, on small and large, I brush my short brown hair. Once finished, I apply some mascara. Most girls would put it on to look,"pretty" but I wore it so I wouldn't have lashes fall into my eyes. I put in a pair of plain black earrings. My mother, before she passed, had wan'ted them pierced. It was my tenth birthday present. . . I had agreed on the account that it was normal for a mom to wan't their daughter to be as pretty as possible.

                 Standing, I walked to the entryway. Grabbing my bag, I placed my red bento box inside. Taking my black fedora, placing it on my head, I left for school. Walking along the streets, gazing upon the many buildings that stretched towards the starry, early morning sky. My attention was caught by a sign. LONDON BRIDGE TEA, GRAND OPENING! 

                 Apparently, all their tea comes from Europe . . . I'll have to give it a try after school. The outside was white, simple, yet quite beautiful. Flowers placed at the large windows, peeking through to see cute little tables, along with shelves, upon shelves of tea. The wonderful aroma of Citron Green leaking through. In most of the buildings, the family that owned the shop lived in the upper floors. I can't help help but wonder what was here before. "Sigh, I should go" I muttered before walking off.

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                I step into my classroom, not minding the fear of the other students. They made it to easy, I mean, can they not comprehend that I run off their fear. Tossing my stuff down, I plop down into my chair. As usual, no one dare approach me, not that I minded. You see, I find people inconvenient. None of them gave me any emotions at all, not like anything really did. Tough, I have met a few . . . especially inconvenient ones. Those ones don't go to this school any more, like I said, to easy to scare. I never actually did anything, but they think if they hadn't played their cards just so, I would. Even so, I am very informed and experienced in self deference, after all, it's better safe than sorry am I right.

             Later, class began. As usual, my teacher is quite proud of my usual performance. The questions aren't hard if you just listen to the lecture. As the day continued, the praise of my academic performance continued, but sense it was so common it never seemed as good as it would be for the others. 

The day, being over, seemed normal. But the day isn't actually over. Not until midnight.