Ghost School

Izumi's Life: Problems With Classmates

At first the school did not agree to admit me to Elementary School for reasons of my age being too young. But they changed their minds after seeing that I could already read and write, and was indeed very interested in school.

I was finally accepted into that school.

Mother's original goal of getting me into Primary School early was nothing but to wish I could play with the other child normally. But unfortunately it didn't happen.

Although I was the youngest child of my age, I continued to be active in the lessons and did not play with other children at all as expected.

In the first semester of school, I was the first champion in the 1st grade.

All of their old friends and parents, including my mother, were shocked that I was ranked first.

Their parents even complained to the school, because they felt their child was smart, but could be defeated by me who was 4 years and a half.

While in class for the report card division, one of my friends' mothers complained to the homeroom teacher.

"Excuse me, teacher. I am the mother of Kenzo. I think my son deserves to be first, but why is Kenzo 5th? Are there no mistakes when entering student grades?"

"So you mean my son doesn't deserve to be ranked first?!" Ask mom firmly

"For sure, Kenzo's a very smart kid. At the age of 5 years he can read fluently without stammering and can write well"

"If your child is smart, then my son, Izumi is a genius. Not only reading and writing, but Izumi was able to count at the age of 3 years!" Answer Mother loudly

"Mama scream? Much

Mom leaned over and rubbed my head gently.

"There are people who insult Izumi. Mama can't just be quiet" said mother softly

"That's enough!" Shouted the homeroom teacher

"Mother of Kenzo, do you doubt that I have been teaching at this school for 20 years?" Ask the homeroom

"Of course not. I'm just making sure"

"You never see how the children learn in this class, nor do you have any specific evidence for what you complain about"

"Although you think your child is smart, there are still other children who are smarter than your child. Please be careful when speaking in the future because it causes misunderstandings"

After that, there were no more serious problems at school.

When the report card was distributed, I saw that there were some of my classmates whose parents and siblings came to accompany me to take the report card.

Even though mom has been very kind to me, but still, I never got affection from dad. Sometimes I feel lonely because I have no brothers.

When I got home, I asked about the gift I wanted.

"Izumi tried hard. What does Izumi want as a rank 1 prize?" Ask mom

"Father! Izu wants to play with papa and mama. Izu wants a sister too!" Shouted

"Eh?!"

I was very surprised to hear my request.

Mom immediately crouched down to the drop with me and gently rubbed my head.

"Izumi, papa is busy working. Maybe I didn't get to play with Izumi. Then about the sister, it seems like it can't either" said the mother gently

"Until when will you be busy? And why can't Izu have a sister?" Much

"Papa will always be busy. It's okay, there's mama who will continue to accompany Izumi"

"Then, mama doesn't want Izumi to have a sister, because she only needs Izumi. This is also mama doing for Izumi herself"

I was disappointed that everything I wanted was rejected by my mother.

"Even though Izu just wants to play with papa and sister. Izu didn't really want to be with all this luxury" I muttered

"Izumi was a child, so I can say that. Later when Izumi is an adult, Izumi will understand why mama and papa like this to Izumi"

I wanted to go for a walk with my parents, but the truth is that it was just me and my mom. And I don't want to throw parties that are just adults. However, I could not refuse my mother's invitation.

"Yes, mama" I muttered

Forcibly, I continued to do what my mother had determined.

*

Day after day passed and we went back to 2nd semester school. Unlike in the 1st semester that I was alone, now the other children started to approach me.

"Hi, Arato! You remember me, right?"

"Arato, want to play together?"

"Eh? You read that book? Isn't it dizzy?"

"Wah~ Hair Arato black once"

They swarm me like they're ants and I'm candy.

In one look, I can tell the reason they approached me.

"After they saw me rank 1, they started to approach me that we were not close at first" I thought

"I'm busy. You guys just play" I replied flatly

"Let's~ You keep reading books all the time. Come play with us"

"I don't want to play"

"Alright~ Tomorrow we play, yes"

Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow they keep swarming me until they finally start to show their true desires.

"Arato, you did your job, right? I can see, right?"

"Hey, Arato, can I play at your house? I want to see your house"

"I forgot there was a mathematical repetition. Arato, I see your answer, yes"

"Arato, come on a group with us for language group assignments"

"Arato, your papa is the CEO, right? My papa wants to meet your papa"

I really don't like those who come when they need to. I firmly reject them all.

"Sorry, I can't do it"

After I rejected them all, there began to be discrimination against me.

They slowly drifted away and were class-hostile to me. I also faintly heard some of their sneers.

"Arato is too arrogant, right? Just because he's ranked 1 he's a great ass"

"I don't want to talk to that statue anymore"

"He's very stingy about trivia"

I heard everything, but I pretended not to hear it while continuing to read the book.

This continued until the end of semester 2.

Like before, I was still at the first rank of the class and they were getting jealous of me.

I thought my bad life was just about being hostile to a classmate and not getting the affection from my dad that I always used to be. But I was wrong.

It was just the beginning of my real life.