If I had to summarize how everyday feels in one word, it'd be gray. 

Everything was dull and lifeless.

I was always bored to death waiting for the day to end only to start a gray day the following day.

However, my days hadn't always been gray.

Everyday felt exciting but that all changed....

When my grandmother passed away...

"Okay class dismissed" I stood up, grabbed my stuff and headed home

Another day passed again without me notcing.

It's not like I care. I stopped caring ever since 3rd grade. 

I used to always look forward to each day that came. I was always looking for interesting and exciting stuff to happen.

I would always beg for my parents to go to my grandma's place because there was always something to always look forward to when I went to grandma's.

That "something" that I always look forward to when i went to grandma's was her strories.

Grandma used to always tell me fantasy stories about mythological creatures. There was one that I especially loved which grandma claims is true.

And that story is about grandma and her elemental spirit friend.

The young me always believed them and looked forward to everyday as I was waiting to someday meet fictional characters my grandma always told me. 

However, this all changed when my grandma passed away.

"Oh I'm already home" 

I went inside and headed straight to my room.

I didn't even bother changing clothes.

I dove in my bed and stared at the ceiling.

It was gray.

The ceiling of my room was colored gray which made me those days.

Those days which were also gray.

4 years ago~ 

"Mom look! I drew the fire spirit salamander!" I enthusiastically showed my mom my drawing of the character my grandma always tells me about. 

"What a wonderful drawing Eir! Our son is so talented." She then smiled.

ring ring... ring ring...

The telephone started ringing all of a sudden

"This is Lewis household, Who is this?"

I stared at my mom with a curious expression.

I wonder who mom is talking to?

My mom's expression suddenly changed.

Her cheery expression suddenly changed to a suprised depressed look. Tears began brimming in her eyes so I went to her and tugged her shirt.

"Mom what's wrong?"

She looked at me and while trying to hold her tears she said,

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"It's nothing Eir. Just go on and keep drawing in your room okay?"

I just did as mom said and went to my rooms to start drawing again.

Although I was in my room, I can hear mom crying in the living room. I don't know why but I started crying too. 

Later that day my mom talked to me with puffed eyes from crying.

"Eir we need to go to grandma's tomorrow so go ahead and sleep now okay?"

"Really mom?! Can we really go to Grandma's tomorrow! Waaah! I can't wait! Okay I'll head to my room now!"

The next day I saw Grandma lying in something that looked like a bed peacefully as if she was sleeping.The room was gray. I don't know why but tears streamed in my face continuously.

I was unaware of what was happening but all I know is that I was extremely sad.

A few days passed after Grandma's funeral. I am now back to normal. I still kept on going to school and I decided to share Grandma's stories to my classmates. I wanted more people to know about Grandma's stories and hopefully they will like them!

However, they did not like them. 

No one did.

"Hey look it's that freak who still believes in spirit!"

"What a weirdo hahahaha"

I could feel the stares everytime I went to school.

I was made fun of for believing and liking Grandma's stories.

After that everything arround me started to look gray.

~end of flashback

That went on until 6th grade.

Now I couldn't care less about those stories.

I distanced myself from others to avoid that from happening again.

Society is awful.

In order to be accepted, you need to cater to what they like and if you don't you will be secluded.

Relationships are senseless.

People will only come to you when they need something from you.

I used to think when I was young that friendships were precious.

Friend are people who will accept you whoever you are

but I was wrong.

I realized that at an early age.

Now that I am mostly alone, I began to focus more on my surroundings.

I observed my classmates which made see that my realizations were true.

Relationships were ended due to love, greed and many other reasons.

Not one individual showed true care to what relationships they had.

*sigh*

"oh well..."

"Not that I care"

Though somewhere very deep in my heart I still wonder, do genuine relationships actually exist?

I closed my eyes and drfted to sleep.

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"Huh? Where am I?"

I woke up in near a lake.

I started walking to find a clue as to where I am.

After walking a few meters, I saw two girls talking to each other.

One of them looked like she was in her teens.

She had long blonde hair and she was wearing a white dress.

She was sitting down and holding her hat while talking to the other girl.

The other girl was pretty tall but she looked strange.

I couldn't guess her age.

She had very long green hai which stretched to the ground.

She was wearing a long white and light green dress.

She also had a flower in her ear.

Then I saw something was even more strange about her

As I walked closer to them, I noticed something.

Her ears were long and pointy just like an elf in a fantasy story.

"Is this real?"

"Who are these pe-"

I stoped walking towards them when I noticed something.

They both had different personalities.

I noticed it although I don't them.

The blonde girl was very cheerful which can be seen from her her smile as she was chatting with the strange girl.

The strange girl was very cold. She had no expression on her face.

They were polar opposites.

but why?

Why is it that when I look at them, I see vibrant colors.

It's as if they had their own world and didn't care about anything else.

It was as if they shared something special

or...

something genuine...

Tears started streaming down my face.

"Huh? Why am I crying?"

I strarted wiping my tears as I wonder why I'm crying.

A strong breeze blew which made me squint my eye and then I faced the sky.

"Ahh. I see."

I now know why I'm crying.

This was what I was looking for. 

A relationship which is actually real.

A relationship which is actually genuine.

I started walking towards them.

I noticed that the blonde girl looked familiar.

"Excuse m-"

They both faced towards me but I fell.

"What the hell? What's happening?"

"No! I need to talk to them!"

"Please!"

I was falling continuously in a void

and then...

THUD

I fell from my bed.

"Ouch..."

I grumbled as I stood up stroking my head which hit the floor.

"Eir are you okay?! I heard a loud bang in your room."

My mom asked while she was downstairs.

"I'm okay mom! I just fell from my bed!"

"Okay but get down here quick or you're gonna be late for school!"

"Okay mom!"

"Ugh I feel like I had a good dream. What was it about again?"

I started walking downstairs to eat breakfast.

"Nevermind then. It's must have been not important since I don't remember it."

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Clack Clack

I unlocked the door and headed out of the car.

"Bye dad"

"Okay bye son! Make sure to be home before dinner okay?"

"Okay dad"

It's not like I have friends to hang out with anyway.

It's not like I am a loner though.

I'm mostly alone but I'm not always alone.

I talk to my classmated whenever it's necessary to do so.

It's not like they shunned me or secluded me.

I just prefer being alone.

I started walking towards our school and I was greeted by the same old situation around me.

Some kids are walkign together with their friends.

Some are greeting each other.

Some are with their boyfriend or girldfriend flirting as they walk towards the school.

This boring routine happens everyday.

*sigh*

"Same old, same old"

Class started just like always.

I stared out the window and observed the sky.

This has been a habit of mine which I developed recently.

During classes I usually look at the sky especially the clouds and imagine cloud formations.

It's not like I don't care about lectures or that I am a slacker.

I have normal passing grades. Not to high and not too low.

It's not like I'm gonna need these lectures when I grow up anyway.

"Okay class that's all for today."

The first period passed by quickly.

Assuming that my home teacher was gonna leave after he finished packing his stuff, I started taking out the book we need for the next period however after packing my teacher gathered our attention to announce something.

"Okay class listen! Next week we're having a field trip to Lake Undyn so I'll give the class president later the permits to be signed by your parents. Make sure to have it signed and passed to me before friday okay class?"

"Okay sir!"

A lake huh? That lake's name seems vaguely familiar?

Hmmm... I've never went to any lakes before so maybe this just my imagination.

Seems fun though so I'll look forward to it.

The second period started and I observed the clouds again.