Odds & Ends (RinxLen) Vocaloid

Chapter One: Alone I Wait

Rin P.O.V
I pulled my bike out of the school, the ringing of the dismissal bell still in my ears. Sometimes, I misinterpret the bell as some kind of cosmic sign saying "hey, you did it." Like an applause. As I got onto my bike and began slowly biking through the parking lot, around the buses and to the road home, I saw them. The students, I mean. All the popular kids I will never even get to speak to, let alone befriend. It's a miracle we occupy the same space. I watched as Miku, a sophomore choir star with long teal pigtails, laughed and elbowed her friend playfully in the rib. The girl she elbowed,
Akita Neru (she just goes by Neru, though), was a girl in my grade. Several people accuse her of copying Miku, but I know it's an "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" situation. I adjusted the black collar of my winter uniform and looked away. I didn't need to see anymore. I looked down at the faded dull yellow rubber band on my wrist, but before I even had the chance to think, I was startled by the blast of a bus horn, about 2 feet from my head. I jumped, falling out of my bike in shock, as the bus riders looked on, some laughing, some on their phones recording , others giving me a forlorn stare. I felt my face glowing pink as I started biking as fast as I could out of the school and to my house.

Eventually I made it far enough away from the school where I could stop for a minute. I stopped right at the edge of the woods. I went through a woodland trail everyday to get home. It was a shortcut I found one day while I was looking for oranges. It sounds lame, but I love fruit, especially citrus. I had overheard kids at school talking about a trail to an orange tree, and it just sparked my random curiosity. Spoiler: there was no orange tree. But at least I found a nice way to get home and not be in the public eye. I started walking and the trickles of light spilling from the gaps between leaves illuminated my way home. It was a really nice day out, despite how freezing it was, there was no snow. Just cold chilled air and a grey sky with a bright sun. It made me kind of sad. Sure, you could spend the day outside, but alone? Kind of pathetic. I heard footsteps and muffled voices on the sidewalk near the path, so I sped through the woods and got home.
Nobody was home, both of my parents work day jobs and are almost never home.

I walked into my empty house, the only sound to greet me was the whir of the heater and the sound of the highway in the distance. I opened a few windows to get a nice breeze, and looked out. As I did, I noticed a peculiar looking girl I hadn't seen before in her backyard across from me. She had short blue and purple hair, with 2 long portions of hair to her waist. She was sitting in the long dead grass playing a wooden flute. It sounded beautiful. I had heard about a family moving in, so I assume that's who it is. I smiled to myself and turned away, making a cup of tea and retreating to my room for what felt like the rest of the night.

In my room, I was able to be free. Do what I wish. And by do what I wish, I mean sit there, listen to music, read, play with my cat Sushi, and practice singing. I'm kind of insecure with my singing, but it is the one thing that makes me happy. I write a bit of music too, but nothing note worthy. As I walked into my room, I saw Sushi on the floor, rolled onto her back, cocking her head as she looked up at me. I pet her fuzzy black head. "Hey sush." I greeted tiredly. She mewed in reply.

I plopped onto my bed, staring at my broken ceiling fan, only moving faintly. I felt emotional and physical exhaustion. Nothing severe, just regular teenage angst. I pulled off my black cardigan and change from my school uniform into a white cat kigurumi. Nobody is gonna see me, I might as well look cute and be comfortable, right? I grabbed my laptop off of my desk and began typing rapidly to open up YouTube. I turned on some random electronic song I always listened to to cheer myself on, and began doing homework on my computer. Soon enough, I was done, and felt I had nothing better to do than screw around, so I opened up a music recording app and played a backtrack I had recently made. Clearing my throat and turning on the microphone, I began to timidly sing a song I had written a long time ago, Gothic and Loneliness.