story...

A High School boy lounges in his tan desk chair, leaning on his pale polyester workstation. All the while solemnly looking out the old, slightly stained brown window of his bleak classroom; watching small children run and play across the street; their smiles the only thing on his mind. It was kind of bittersweet for him, due to the fact he was stuck in his class listening to a lecture on Japanese History. Classes usually went like this. He now had come to hate those irritating manilla walls of Room 341, and even more so the teacher that fits perfectly with its bleak atmosphere; Ms. Ai, the most monotonous teacher that could fit in this Ironically bleak version of what should be a vibrant hell.

DING DONG BRING! An obnoxious sound brings me back from the depths of my unimaginably melancholy daydream. “Yawnnnn, what an awful class that was!” (I think out loud). I meander out of my chair and proceed towards the class door, and as I open it I am repulsed backwards by an unseen force as I get the shock of my life; A shock that might either be a blessing or the most demeaning moment of my life. In front of me was the girl of my dreams, Iris Mejiro.  As if she could sense my presences, she pivots around, and initiates a conversation. “ Oh hi Akashi, what’s going on?!”(choice is inserted here, it is either) “Oh ok,thats great, so… my friends and I are going to go the mall, and I was wondering if you wanted to come as well, its ok if you don’t though.” (yes or no goes here) Great, we will meet at 12 sharp or oh I guess ill see you later… What have I just got myself into? Well in any matter, I need to get home; My family is probably worrying about me right about now. (flips to narraration with next paragraph)

[I-I-I’m d-doing fine!]
or
 [(stare) Oh! um, it’s goin’ well!]
(Iris replies)

So with that Akashi leaves his school and starts what he thinks would just be a normal walk home- but…

I walk home in quite a daze, not on her question of course, not that her asking me to the mall or anything excited me, or got my hopes up or any- eh who am I kidding, of course that’s all I was thinking of. Why does she want to go with me? Couldn’t she have gone with anyone else? “Does she LIKE me-?”, I think out loud, and then regret my voicing immediately; For two reasons: One being that thinking that about her was overly bold, reckless even, the second being that the class bully had walked home the same way I had, and was now approaching me like a tiger stalks his prey. He reaches me and proceeds to sneer into my face, “ Who would ever like you, Mr. Shitface?” strangely enough, I respond rather snarkily, probably to my detriment “ I don’t know, but maybe you should ask yourself that question?” That in itself produced a killer glare “Oh you’re dead now you LITTLE BITCH!,”  First came the words; Then came blackness and the feeling of my head hitting concrete.