59 Chapter 14: Be with not to be

Oh, high school, I hate you. You once a while give me massive amounts of work while days like the first day you just endlessly do your introduction. The teacher at the front would mumble on and on about something stupid like how grateful or good is until I open my eyes are stare at the front while my consciousness drifts away to the back of my mind where I plan how I would like to continue the story. If I were to do a rough-cut turn to a dark series, it wouldn't make the best of sense. I wish for a calm story and just tell and emotional journey of these people growing up, but even I get the feeling of boredom as everything feels a little too perfect. The world itself doesn't display any flaws; I always get the feeling of it lacking realism. My characters are underdeveloped too.

'What should I Do?'

The front of the class finally got my attention as they mention a very large assignment named the research project. We're supposed to research and create something that falls into one of the listed points. We also needed a journal which could proof a pain when I already have my book ready. This could sever as great editing time after my first book got taken down from the markets.

I made sure to pay close attention to each of the reaction to each part of the speech of my classmates to know what they like as I sat at the back of the class. I joined and listened to a group conversation near me to the topics generated. Although my hands aren't moving, my brain records each moment of information of benefit.

'It's as someone close to me once said, "if you don't want to become something, you must realize what you don't want to become."'

The bell rang, and it was finally research. I got out one of the sub building named Gellen and walked out to the third-floor walkway. I headed left and went down a thin rectangular par of stairs where people would shut repeated words of trash as they would on purpose walk the opposite sides just to push into the rightful line. 'It was cool,' they must have thought. Everyone was a lot taller than me, but that was only physical appearance. I want to kill them… all of them. But I would be hunted down, and that would be no fun.

I walked down the stairs, and everyone started to spread out. I sat down near the wall benches and got out a book. Before long another person sat next to me. A girl with brown hair that goes down a little pass the should length. I looked over to see who it must gas been. As I looked, it was like getting hit in the stomach; my eyes widen to two perfect blue shaded eyes. There could have only been one person that could have them, my dare friend…

"Shima"

I whispered over as I turned my face looking directly at her. My eyes thin down to her proper size and down as I smirked.

"Llowie…"

Shima spoke my name before her face turns towards me. By the time she turns over, and her eyes are in full sight, noticeable tears would flow down from her large eyes before stopping as her smile curves down to expressionless.

"Wrong person, sorry. When you said my name, you sounded like an old close friend."

"Llowie, the cloudy. Why won't ya look so sad… do…"

"Messy, olowyesay mer…."

"Shima, I got surgery."

Tears began to roll down my eyes as my sights land so solidly on an ever so closer friend.

We looked at each other before we smiled and let it drop. We tried to stop our tears flowing out before we covered it over with my jackets as if we're taking a break.

"let's meet here again after school ends."

"Yea"

The world for a sudden was filled with colour as my life once again have something I care.