“Wake up”
the voice I am currently hearing is the voice of my caring mother quietly shaking my body in order to wake me up without frightening me
“Fine”
I stretch my body and get out of bed, I then go down a staircase and to my bathroom which is directly beside my parents bedroom
“Ahhhh-haaaa”
I let out a yawn as I grab my toothpaste and begin to brush, the feeling of the brush against my teeth makes me feel an odd pleasure, I then spit out the toothpaste into the sink before I wash it down the drain
“It’s time to get ready”
the truth is I go to a private school that I still cannot seem to remember the name of
“Okay, on it”
I run up to my room and change out of my pyjamas going into my school uniform, it has the color of red on the outside and the color of blue on the inside, from the shows i’ve watched about people within private schools this seems odd as you would typically see them wear yellow jackets
“Well, i’m going”
“Be safe”
my mom says that before I exit through the door
“Hahhh”
I calm my breath and look into the sky with determination in my eyes but before I could make some complex monologue I see someone about my age being bullied seemingly for no reason; bullying isn’t like what they show in movies, it’s not kids asking for lunch money, to be honest you rarely if ever see a bully that actually wants anything, no, they just want to hurt people without anyone giving them punishment, which makes them some of my least favourite type of people
“oh hey you there, kid”
I point my finger towards my chest and raise both my eyebrows signalling that I am asking them if they are talking to me or not to which they reply
“Yeah i’m talking to you, there’s no one else around us is there? Anyway’s you should probably leave if you don’t want anything bad happening to you”
I reluctantly agree with what he said
“I understand”
as I tell them about my understanding of what they said I glare at the young boy with brown hair and walk away, although I simply have walked behind a corner
“Kuh, ah, w-wai- ugh”
as I heard the boy being beaten all I could to was look up to the sky with rage in my eyes, rage at the world, and most of all rage at myself
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“Are you okay?”
I ask the young boy who is currently wiping the blood from his mouth
“i’m fine”
the boy said that in a somewhat hateful tone, of course the reason for that was all too clear
“I’m sorry for leaving you like that, do you wan’t me to… buy you something, anythings fine”
the boy replies to me by saying
“I already told you, i’m fine, you don’t need to buy me anything I can live just fine from two guys kicking the shit out of me”
this child seemed to be quite rude in the way he spoke
“That’s…”
as I looked at the boys clothing I saw he had the exact same uniform as I did
“Are you okay? You keep staring at me and honestly it’s kinda creeping me out”
this boy was the brutally honest type for sure
“it seems we go to the same school, look at my uniform”
I point at his school uniform as the boy looks with a mouth opened wide and tells me
“Cool, I didn’t even notice at first”
if I had the same personality as him I most likely would have answered him with “how do you forget something like that?” But I care a lot less about what people say so I simply answered with
“What’s your name, if we’re going to the same school I think it would be best if I knew that much at least”
“My name is Henry Adams what’s yours?”
the boy, Henry, had short brown hair and brown eyes as well as a small, frail body
“my name is Jiko Azamuku”
“I’ve never heard that name before”
Henry replied to hearing my name for the first time with confusion, I answered him respectfully by saying
“I’m from Japan originally, I should also say that I came here when I was only 6, which is why i’m able to speak English so well”
“So why did-”
“How about we continue this while we’re walking, alright”
To this Henry replied
“Okay”
we then walked forward as Henry asked me the question he was going to ask before I interrupted him
“So, why did you come here in the first place?”
“Apparently there was some business here in America that my dad had to do, but by the time it was done we had already fully adjusted to our new life in the U.S so we just decided to stay, that’s what my mom told me at least”
“Do you not remember it”
“I said I was five didn’t I, so it’s not like I viewed Japan as my home, I was at the stage where you don’t really have an attachment to where you live, though I did have some friends back in Japan so I guess I do somewhat regret not being able to say my last goodbye to them”
“So you feel no attachment to Japan at all?”
“No, I wouldn’t say no attachment, I still had friends there and not to brag but I have a really good memory, so I remember those guys really well”
“Hm…”
“What’s wrong”
I asked Henry
“It’s nothing I was just thinking that it’s kinda rude that I haven’t told you a thing about me but you said so much about yourself I basically know your whole life story”
I chuckled a little and answered him by saying
“I don’t mind, i’m actually pretty used to these questions by now”
“Still, I feel bad about asking you all those questions”
“Anyways, here we are”
I walk towards the boards on the walls of the school building which say who will be in which class, and as I look through the names of the people in my class I see a familiar name
“Looks like we’ll be in the same class”
“Yeah, I guess we will”
after walking to the entrance and opening the door I see a massive staircase in front of us, this of course leads us to the upper floor where my class is
“Here it i- uhh, are you okay?”
I see Henry panting
“I’m fine, i’m… hah, i’m fine”
“Moving on… let’s go into the classroom”
“Ughhh, alright”
Henry reluctantly moved inside the classroom and took a seat which was far away from me, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to sit beside me, there were just no other seats and he was too afraid to ask anyone for there’s as they may beat him up
“Okay class, let’s begin attendance”
“Amelia David”
“Here”
“Carter James”
“Here”
“Freddy Wilson”
“Here”
”Henry Adams”
“Here”
“Juko Azamuki, sorry if I got that wrong”
“Here, and it’s Jiko Azamuku”
“Liam Thompson”
“Here”
“Luna George”
“Here”
“Mia Thompson”
“Here”
“Mary Robinson”
“….”
“Absent”
our teacher continued to list off the names of all of our other students
To Be Continued…