A boy after attending his first day of highschool, drove his bicycle back home.

"Nananana you might as well be walkin' on the sun," humming along to song booming through his brother's Walkman.

The device tuned out almost everything around him including the group of seniors following after him.

They tipped his back over, sending him flying down the cropped green hill.

"Hey, Kira!"

"Tell me what happened to your brother," a command from a former friend and now head of the delinquents around town.

"It's..."

"What you mumbling over there?" striding over to him, he lifts up his head to stare under eye.

"It's Akira, boke" he spat out. His eyes like a wild beast, sending chills up his spine.

[Translation: Boke means idiot, bastard or insult]

"What they saying?"

[Translated from Japanese to English]

A few of the boys queried the only other English speaker in the group.

"They just telling each other off," he simplified and pushed against the white tape over his glasses.

"Don't make me repeat myself," the blonde haired boy seethes.

"How am I supposed to know, if the doctors-" he stared off.

"Not. That. One," a coercing that set him off like a trigger, punching him straight in the nose.

"Hey! Harada, what do you think you doing?!" they attempted to intervene.

"Leave them be," the boy interjects with a hand held up.

"You son of bi-"

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"Who do you think you are to meddle in my business, huh!?" hovering over the boy while he gripped at his blood dripping nose.

"You-"

"That was rhetorical, I don't need you to answer because I already know it. No one. You are no one to ask about my Ankī, so do what you do best."

"Piss off!" A leg raised in the air soon drops as the twins and their father walk by above them.

"Ah-Ki-Ra what you doing?!" the girl hollered over with a hand cupped to his mouth.

"Nothing, I was going home when I tripped down the hill"

"And your friends are there to help?"

"Yabai!"

"Their dad is as huge and scary as always,"

"I'm out!"

The group splits, leaving the Meganee- Kun and Blondie behind.

"We were friends," he spits.

"I'm glad you know your tenses," Akira comments and walls up to the family.

"Akira, everything alright down?" referring to his bruised hand.

"Yeah Mark- San, I'm good" moving over his fist behind him.

"We got overseas sweets, again" the boy lifts up a sealed package.

"Yeah come over and have some!"

He reluctantly agrees, using it as a detour than heading home.

....

Macy

"Mum,' I don't wanna go!"

"And why is that, Marceline?"

"It's going to be boring!" a groaning against the soft pillows over her head.

"Boring because you don't have friends or boring because you can't-"

"Mother!" she raises her head, red in the face and glossed black hair a mess.

"Marceline?"

"You supposed to be on my side!"

"You hurt that poor boys feelings, apologize and fix the mess you've made."

"I'm twelve, who cares about friends anyway. They all just a bunch of wankers-"

"Marceline Moira Fitzgerald " her mother interjects

"Gwendolyn Fitzgerald" she calls out though caves immediately "Mum, fine I'll go!"

"I know you don't like being alone. I don't know why you insist on punishing yourself. Take the tin of homemades with you."

"Who says I don't like it?" whispered disagreement.

A plop of her, head back against her pillow, finding courage in the comfort of solitude. A closet door creaks open.

"I could've sworn I closed it after my bath," protests while shuffling over to close it in her white lace nightgown.

She changes out her pajamas to a green spotted dress and heads over to Simon's house.

She rings the door bell and it swings open "You again!" a ginger hair boy yells. He slams the door in her face.

"Look, I know you upset but it's not my fault besides I'm here to apologize to you and since you owe me one too. I thought I'd be the bigger person," Macy carries on behind the closed door.

"Fine, I forgive you and I'm sorry too," a muffled voice calls out to her.

Macy smiles and runs down the stairs, but stops midway as a monarch butterfly catch's her attention. She bends down to get a closer look at it on the staircase.

"Are you still here?- MACY!" Simon opens his door and calls out her name as she falls down the stairs.

Macy wakes up in her bed with a warm towel over her head. She removes it and scans the room.

"Mom?" She calls out.

The door to her closet creaks open again except this time a figure can be seen starring back at her.

"Mom!?" She calls out again except this time frightened.

The hand of the figure slowly grips the door and pushes it open exposing itself. It had long white hair with pitch black skin and long fingers.

She began to shiver with fear stood up from her bed headed for the door. Macy's mother enters the room giving her a fright.

"Mom don't you knock!?" Macy yells.

"Why should I you the one who called me?" she retorted.

Macy points to the closet door though shocked to see nothing there.

"What's wrong Marceline?" Her mother asked concerned.

"Mum someone was standing there" she said pointing to the door.

Her mother walks over to the closet to inspect it.

"See, there's nothing there. Now get back in bed," She closed the door.

"No," she replied, not wanting to be alone in her room.

Macy eyed her mother's apron and offers to help her in the kitchen to make dinner. At the time it was just her and her mother. Her father works late night shifts as a chauffeur and is always on the road. She had no other siblings and her only friend was a young man, Junior, who she knew as a child.

After dinner, Macy told her mother she felt better and wanted to visit the Pilloweathers. His parents explained that he had gotten a new job downtown at an English mansion.

They also advised her not to visit him since it was quite a distance from home.

She decided not to heed their warnings and got on a bus to downtown. On the way there, she couldn't stop thinking about the figure she saw in the closet and it's crystal blue eyes..