A long~, long~ time ago, in an age of where the simple was for us, and the complicated for adults, I dreamt of a world of the future painted in black and white. In my dream, I thought I could see reality for what it really was, a lonely existence where one can gaze at many passing people on a parallel line, sometimes impossibly converging into others in a perpendicular line, coming to a mutual understanding, never to cross again and calling that a 'friendship'. At the time of that dream, I understood that if I don't do the impossible, I won't ever have what others call, a friendship. And so after my dream of what I resolved to always be the 'future' that was and is forever a dream, I determined on the first day of my life in school to make what my dreaming self thought was true friends.

"Alright! I will make sure to make real friends!"

"Ugh... Karen, what are you talking about this early in the morning?"

The person who just talked is my twin sister, Alice. As for the person speaking first, referred to as (the brilliant) Karen, is me. Now you may be wondering why the grammar of six years old children is as good, if not better than people in their middle school or high school years, well, it's because this is a parallel world similar to ours, yet different in many ways. (Also it's because it's easier to write that way.)

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As I turn around towards the bed my sister was sleeping on I reply, "What are you saying, Alice? It's our first day of school! Obviously, we need to be up early in the morning."

"Oh."

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"Ahaha! We have freedom dear sister of mine! FREEDOM!"

"Stop messing around, Karen! We need to get to homeroom quickly otherwise we're going to be late!"

"It's your fault for holding us up at home. You said, 'I need to look good with this stylish loli body of mine. I can't look bad on my first day of school, dear amazing and awesome brother of mine.' Right?"

"I did not say that." I glare at my lying sister. "Okay, maybe I did say something similar about being prepared for my debut on my first day of school. Still! We need to run or we're going to be late!"

"Okay then, race?"

My sister nods saying, "Race!"

And so for our first-day school debut, we presented ourselves in a sweaty mess in homeroom exactly when the bell for school starting rung.

"Teacher Xavier! Two girls ran into homeroom so sweaty!" said some random friend A non-main character.

It was a long school morning.