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Chain of events

Tuesday, 5am.

"Saam! No running in the hoouse! AND USE THE FRONT DOOR!"

A boy no older than 16 was jumping out the window of his house whilst clutching his backpack close to his body. People who see him do this are screaming bloody murder because he had jumped out of a second story window. His mum on the other just sighs and goes back to doing the laundry.

The boy, who many thought was going to break something, did a pretty surprising landing. He didn't make a sound when he landed and he landed in a cat like motion. Everyone who saw him do it were all cheering a clapping for him.

Yup... this boy was none other than me. Sam Obrexia. I had a college class at an ungodly hour in the morning. The class had something to do with work or something along those lines. You see, the funny thing is, even though I dont pay attention, I'm still passing the class. It's because I use logic and common sense... nah, it's just because I put in the least amount of effort possible in order to pass.

Why you ask? Because the class is boring. The school is boring. Life in general is just plain boring. I bet it was more fun during the ancient era. But the world now is just so boring.

You know...

I never understood what people find so fascinating about the world. To me it all looks the same. It's just a planet. It's just a big rock floating in space. It's just a tiny speck of dirt in this vast universe. It doesnt matter what type of world it is. It'll always look the same to me.

As I was thinking that, some girl from behind me stepped on a bottle, that a man threw aiming for the trashcan and missing might I say, causing her to bump into her this old man who used his cane to hold himself up but got it stuck in this kids shoe and thus the kid fell foward bumping me into the road as this stupid idiot who was speeding trying to show off his new car or something came driving and hit me dead on.

What a chain of events amiright?

...to think these were my last thoughts...

How... cliche.

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