"You make sure you get to tutoring after school," my dad's raspy morning voice wakes me up. I mean, I'm already awake but now I'm more awake after hearing such a deep voice. All I do is nod because what else can I do? Another rule, never ever ever argue with mom. You'll unleash the devil. I learned that the hard way.
I finish gathering all my things and throw on a leather jacket over a hoodie. Living by the sea isn't always perfect, it's cold as fuck. Especially during the winter, like now. I jog down the stairs, almost slipping due to the newly waxed wood and halt to a stop right in front of my mom who was waiting.
"Good morning," I whispered, trying not to wake my sister.
"Morning Hiro." She gives me a look. That mom look. The look of 'I'm only doing what's good for you.'
"It's okay," I smile. Because it was okay. It's okay to know my mom was thinking of her past self. It's okay to know that my mom didn't want me to be her past self. Poor and uneducated.
"I love you Hiro," my mom smiles back. She pats my back before I leave for school.
I'm 17 and I still don't have a car. Not that I mind really. The school bus is free and I wouldn't need to pay for my own gas if I had a car. Though, my dad has really wanted to teach me how to drive, even though my mom has refused many times from the thought of me driving alone. Possibly going to parties and doing bad things. Those things.
The walk to the bus stop isn't as bad as some people think. At least, that's what I believe. Being greeted with ocean air makes me happier than a dog going for a walk. The sunrise is absolutely gorgeous as well. The colors usually make them beautiful. It would be a sad world to live without color. A world that's colorless now makes me think about the other side of earth, where I don't reside in. What was it like to live on one completely different side of the earth where it was complete darkness there, while others lived in complete luminosity? Are people wondering the same thing?
I reached the bus stop that was 30 minutes away from home and saw the yellow bus and waiting for students to get on. There was a line of only two people left so I rush to the bus, running faster than I usually do in P.E. Seeing a familiar face as I got closer, I smile.
"Hey loser," River remarks, pushing out an arm so I don't fall on top of him.
"River," I take a deep breath after feeling the run get to me, "Where's Marsh?"
Yes, River and Marsh. They're twins, the water twins. You won't believe their last names too. Waters. River and Marsh Waters. They're a family of water. Their parents' names are also water related. Mrs. Waters is Ocean and Mr. Waters is Harbor. I wonder what went through their heads when naming their children.
"Marsh died," River fake sobs.
"Don't say that, what if he actually did," I fake gasp. We get onto the bus.
"He died because of the flu. What a pussy."
"What a tragic way to die."
"Right?"
"Hey Riv! Hiro!" A new character has arrived.
"Stop being so loud, you're waking me up more than I should be," River growls, pushing Nora back so she wasn't standing anymore. Of course, River takes a seat next to her.
Before I moved from Japan, River told me that both Marsh and him had been childhood friends with Nora since they were babies. He claimed he and Nora were born right next to each other. Including Marsh too of course. The catch is though, Marsh and Nora are now dating. What a surprise. River isn't affected though, the three of them still do everything together. Which shouldn't be awkward at all right?
I sit in the seat across them. Nora and River have their morning talk while I take in the scenery. The colors. I cant stress enough about the colors. This side of town is the best view of the sunrise. It looked like someone from outside of earth had picked up a huge paint brush and made art with the universe's particles. The blend of the pink and yellow of the sky transitioning to a baby blue mixed with the blue-green of the ocean is a sight to behold. I want to do that too. Make something beautiful with colors. Make something into colors. But I can't. My mind had to be in business, or accounting, or even medical.
But if you were to ask me what I really wanted, I want to create. I want to create art.
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hero.
Romance"The story of a hero." Hiro Akimoto has had high expectations to be the "hero" of his story. His family has high expectations of his grades, his friends has high expectations for his involvement with their newly found hobby, and his sister has high...
