CHAPTER 1.1
The Coward, and The Blogger
Maybe, It’s just me or the atmosphere of this plane is much, much more quiet, than I first expected. Rather, it’s better than what I’ve been told about planes. I realize that people generally are the ones that discourage someone. Not a problem, at least in my case.
I can see, why people would be troubled by that but I’m just too different to be affected by the norm. It’s strange that I’m the one saying that, but in all seriousness, I feel a barrier between me and most people.
Still, I’m not reserved, and perhaps that’s why, I’m here on a plane to Henshitoshi.
My town was too small for an Airport, so I had to travel a fair distance, before I hit the nearest Airport. How fun the journey with my friends was, and now I’m stuck sitting next to a coward, for 5 hours. I’m not the kind, with tonnes of social positivity, so I generally don’t like overly afraid, or weak people.
Still, I find that this guy is a little too strong for a coward. First observation was that he was tall, nearly 6’ft.
His clothes were all normal, with nothing telling him apart from the other passengers, but his slender legs, perhaps ended that distance.
I couldn’t tell the color of his eyes, perhaps because his hat covered it, but I tried to get a glimpse of his hair, turning out to be black. First, I was hoping he was an interesting person too, but he’s a simple coward. I can’t seem to grasp what he’s afraid of though.
More so than anything, Cowards try to scare who they are talking to as well. Ever since I started talking to him, he’s been talking about all the recent terrorism in Henshitoshi, apparently it’s an abbreviation of a word which is supposed to mean ‘Land Of Eccentric People’. I don’t think he is Japanese. His skin is a few shades too dark and his eyes are different.
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I’m not Japanese either, I came from France, because my Uncle invited me, and I didn’t really do much research on this. But, let’s just say that a coward’s words are very convincing. Uhh, I’m starting to feel a tad bit scared, time to change the conversation.
“So, where are you from?”
“G-Generally speaking, nowhere”
“Eh, but what’s that supposed to mean?”
“I lived in England for a while, I’ve also spent time in France, Wales, Italy, Switzerland, Abu Dhabi, America, and was born in Pakistan”
“Wow! So can you speak French?”
“Sorry, but I lost track of languages, having to force multiple into my tiny brain”
“Well, t-that’s alright”
Seeing the Kid make an unfortunate face, she realised that she should introduce herself.
“Well, I’m from France, spent my whole life there. I am heading to Henshitoshi, since I gained a scholarship through my uncle at a school”
“Oh, w-wow, that’s much better than me!”
“Why what are you here for?”
“Well, I wanted to learn more of Japanese culture, so applied for a local High School, and live here for a few years”
“...”
I-I, that was not expected. Someone as multicultural as him being so cowardly is an even bigger surprise than I was thinking of receiving. Well, let’s- wait a minute, I forgot to ask the guy of his name.
The food trolley came round to us and handed the boxed meal, it was ok, honestly not bad, wonder how much money these guy’s make.
“So, what’s your name, I’m Ellis Franches”
“Blake Graser”
And I choked on my food.
“S-someone help. S-she’s choking, wait hold on!”
He pushes me back upwards from my crouched position and it works! I get one, shocked look at him, he has purple eyes, wait a minute purple! Surely not!
Wait-wait. Blake Graser was that famous child writer, more importantly he was a millionaire, what the hell! What is someone like that doing, being so scared. Wait, so that means he’s fifteen! He definitely doesn’t look it.
Wasn’t expecting to be so disappointed of someone looked up too, well maybe I can find a way to ‘borrow’ his money...
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