
Beker's clock rang loudly, always waking me up in the morning which was always the same and boring every time. I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling of my room which was still dark, because of the window curtains that blocked the entry of light.
My room was very messy, with food wrappers splattered on the floor, as well as a computer whose screen was still on, clothes scattered everywhere and it was dirty, I was lazy enough to clean everything. After all, from the beginning I was just a useless trash man, so cleaning the room didn't make me a little useful at all.
I had a dream, meeting a girl on a bridge full of thousands of stars, even though the dream felt very real, we both exchanged hearts with each other, it was as if our hearts had long been connected to each other.
Usually, humans can only remember some of their dreams. Whether it's 30% memory or know only half, but like I said before, that dream feels very real.
I met a girl who had the same eyes as me. It was dim, not emitting light, as if it had lost the light itself, swallowed up by the darkness of the world, and despairing.
However, I do not know the name of the girl. I just remembered that the two of us had not exchanged names with each other. Well, after all it's just a dream, not hoping it should be better.
Waking up from the bed, I turned off my working hours that had been ringing. Opening the window curtains, letting the sun light in and piercing into my eyes and skin. Makes my spirit disappear instantly.
Today is Monday, the worst day of all. That's because I have to go to a place called school.
Take a shower and eat, then change clothes. I came out of my room, and reached the seventh level apartment which was my temporary residence.
Looking blankly, I observed around me, where many students wearing the same uniform as me passed by and around. Laughing, playing together, joking around with a figure called a friend. I don't understand at all.
What is real friendship. For me, friendship is just an accident, you meet new people in your new environment, and get acquainted with him and invite a little talk, then he can already be called as your friend.
"Hey, Akira! As usual you're always moody in the morning, aren't you?"
"...."
Patting my shoulders hard was a student my age who was energetic. She walked beside me now, with her carefree face, she was very different from me being gloomy.
His name is Natsunagi Kaito, he is a student who is able to get along with anyone and has good communication skills. Unlike me who is always nervous when communicating, this one human being is perfect.
I remained silent, walking straight, not listening to the nonsense of Kaito's ravings by my side which I did not respond to at all. He's a freak, even though I've treated him badly, but he's still trying to get close to me.
I gave up on him.
"Kira, Kaito, are you going to school together again?"
"Oh, Mia! You came early today?"
A girl came from my side of the cloth, she had long black hair in the style of a ponytail, she was my childhood friend, I played with her a lot as a child, day after day, she said, we also attended school from Elementary School to the same High School until now.
Ah, I remember an incident where Mia and I made a promise to get married when we grew up. But, the reality turned out to be very bitter, he had even found a girlfriend by now. Well, it's none of my business, after all, there's nothing good to expect from this pathetic piece of trash like me.
All I did was to be part of this dense world, to be part of a great society, without doing anything special, not talented, not born with any ability, he said, even if I have the ability, that ability is not very useful.
I began to worry about my future, although I encouraged myself several times, but still this heart could not calm down when thinking about it. Whether I can succeed in the future, whether I can be a successful person, whether I can boast of my parents, whether I can change and find the truth about his life.
"Of course, I still have homework to do, so I came in the morning looking for cheats. Hey, guess can I borrow my homework? All right, all right, I'm your childhood friend, you know?" Mia begged.
"No."
Answering quickly, I sped up the pace of my steps leaving the two of them behind. Utilizing the status of a little friend as an excuse for you to get hard work from others, I really do not like that type of person. But, sometimes I also realize that I might also do the same thing in the future, whether it's looking for a job, or something like that. I'm getting scared.
A few minutes walk, I arrived at my school. Sakura High School, this is where I studied, spent my youth in vain, without anyone else realizing.
How long can I survive this boring life?