CHAPTER 2: SS KAZE

I awake in a cold restless sweat twisting and turning, but contrary to what I’m used to I didn’t wake up with any sinus headaches, nausea, or anything at that matter. The instant I wake up, I feel the taste of regret from playing video-games all night. When I moved to Canada recently it was almost like a dream, a final escape from the boring and dreary Oklahoma. Fantasizing about what could happen now that I left and advanced to a far more superior school for the pretentious. I don’t know if I was really joking with that because I saw pictures of this school, and all I could say was whether or not it looked really prestigious and important? After dwelling in my bed for a good thirty-five minutes, I launch myself out of my silky pressed cushions landing on the soft angelic-like-carpet. Unlike the one I had prior to moving to Quebec, this one was relatively clean and didn’t stink of dried mustard. It felt like absolute heaven to walk on the carpet like I was walking on clouds! Almost made up for the fact that I didn’t sleep very long today.

I step into the clean aesthetically pleasing bathrooms, I knew that my father finding a job in Canada would’ve opened many doors! There were three mirrors and a fake potted plant on each side, It almost looked like a hotel’s bathroom. The table was made out of pure marble, everything else stainless-steel with a texture on it. Maybe being pretentious wasn’t even that bad at all; If coming home to a beautiful house every day at the cost of being called pretentious for the remainder of my middle-school life, then sure why not?

I placed the conditioner into my hair, massaging it into my hair; stepping into my shower and entering into a nice steamy-shower. The feeling, the sensation of taking a relaxing shower wasn’t new to me but it was an inviting feeling.

After thirty minutes, I exit out of the shower fully grooming myself for my first day at school at the Cookie Academy? Please, don’t ask me about this name I beg of you. I wish to believe that the government officials specifically tailored for approving schools like these were drunk or something because this is ridiculous. Well, how bad could it be I’m not back in my old school where everyone is so bitter at each other and ready to tear everyone down when they’re even slightly vulnerable. Schools aren’t all the same, right?

I find my school clothes pressed and dry on a rack, I’m not used to wearing a uniform, but I am very thankful that now I at least have something to wear every day without being looked at funny. It’s not that I’m ‘stylistically challenged’ or anything, I’m really just lazy when it comes to how I present myself. I put on a wife-beater/undershirt before wearing a black crewneck with a superimposed cookie-school logo tag on the inside of the shirt. I slip on an unbuttoned school-jacket, indirectly and unknowingly looking like a jock. I pace downstairs, grabbing my bag and waving my family goodbye. I ran to my bus-stop, seeing multiple unfamiliar faces. A lot of them are really- Okay, I’m going to say it here and now I’m a very judging person but not in the ‘you look fat in that’ or very nitpicky. Usually, my intuition is very very vague in the back of my mind and I suffer for not heeding any warning. I keep quiet like my casual introverted self, my mouth being completely SHUT. I didn’t want another Harry 2.0, or someone to have a reason to act like Harry. It was very tense, a tense six-minutes in the beautiful scenery of Quebec. The sleek, state of the art bus arrives stopping in its tracks. The door automatically opens in such a graceful motion, this was an innovative masterpiece I was in total awe. I was the first to board, seeing all of these even newer people as anxiety death-grips my heart, pumping as if it was about to leap out of my chest! My throat choked up, as I was a major oddball on the bus. You see, nobody really looked like me! And the people who did pretended like they didn’t.

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The students stop their gossip and stare at me, staring deep into my soul. I pace further into the bus, sitting in the back. I may sound irresponsible with my life in general writing this, but I’ll riddle you this. I’ve come here to succeed, I’ll beat everyone in my grade level; then once I’ve done that I’ll push on to the even higher levels of education!

I arrive at the school, fully intact gazing upon the beautiful sight that is the campus. What I instantly notice, which is surprising to me is that the women at this school are wearing really skimpy clothes for some reason? Is this some test of maturity, or if I view women as objects..? I kind of don’t see it that way, It’s a pretty primal instinct that every man on this planet has. I can’t say that I’m really attracted to many of the girls since I’m still in awe about this school. On second thought I won’t try anything, yet.

I make my way through the main hall, heading to the gymnasium for the weekly assemblies. The loudness, the wake-up call, the white noise really hit him. But he was used to this, he was used to people always insulting him, eyeing him down or even threatening him whilst walking up the bleachers. By the grace of God, I land myself a great spot on the top bleachers surrounded by calm and collective people. I can’t really lie, I feel out of my league. My parents, no my entire family, always talk about how cunning and manipulative and brilliant I am, but It just doesn’t feel like that. I feel like I’m the only one in my family that knows the truth, myself better than they do. Though I still should keep to my core values. The assembly ends, as hundreds of people rush out of the gymnasium for orientation. I sat down on a computer desk area, easily logging in and creating an account with a thorough description about myself; or so I thought. I always appreciated anime and the cool sounding names they had, so since I’m not really bound by any creative restrictions... I had full liberty to do exactly what I wanted, I dubbed my name as…

Kaze, “The Fierce Wind”

The class began, and I was ready to learn.