9 His birth, an unexpected truth

A wash without some massacres is quicker than my expectations. I take the towel, drying myself in front of the mirror. I gaze myself by it.

A slim shape, light yellow skin everywhere and some extra spray encircle it.

The white towel passing the whole body turns wet. I casually wipe my hair, a little soft and I am thinking about whether it will be good when it is kneaded by someone or not. I bury my thinking little by little. I stare at another me, seeing a figure rise and down. He is so fuzzy or rather he looks abstract that I don't know.

Today is still yesterday's suit. My slightly wrinkled sky-blue shirt is ready to go. However, today is no more coincidence to meet.

September Two is Sunday but what help is our school is a full-time school. Weekend exists in the dream(Ps: not in the just one). The resident students have a two-day holiday once a mouth. And yesterday they just finished one. Never mind! The full time also means I could see him every day. It's pay and gets.

I look at my watch, 7:00. Suddenly am I clapped to clap own head one face suddenly thinks of the scrip he gave me. I open my Facebook and enter the word one by one----Harrison' h. A normal username and almost a blank page of his.

Only his basic personal information is showed. I notice his birth date. 2002 is no problem which is also mine, but when the date 9/27 is shown. I don't whether a piece of fu*k is OK. I am 1/16, so I am older than you and you are my little brother.

A truth so loud you can't ignore.

Time is already at 7:30. I take a loaf of bread I made last, hmmm, and last night and hurry to school with my schoolbag.

Yes. It is just the second day that you can't ignore I.

I strode towards the school and yesterday is actually a bad beginning.

I admit, but what if today is a worse one? Surprise.

I walk quickly which looks like to gather a fatal meeting.