The beginning of the story

I woke up this morning, feeling strange and excited. I'm not sure what happened, but it feels weird, the feeling that I imagined would only happened if ants would be moving on my head right now. I then get ready and went to shower, to prepare for school and the exam.

Looking at my school in front of me, all I feel is nothing. I have no one to call as my friend.

When I first transferred here, everyone looks at me with nothing but pity. I didn't know if that's how it is or that's how I feel. Every step I took feels meaningless as I walked towards my table. As expected, no one came to talk to me, I didn't know what happened, but this always happened so I assumed that it's my personality.

As I entered the school, I didn't notice that I was late, only later as the exam has started 20 minutes ago. The English teacher said that I can just continue my exam, which I only have 10 minutes left, as the rest of the time will be spent for speaking exam. I did all my best, surprisingly, I felt that they are giving me a kindergarten examination test, as it felt too easy, so I happened to finish it in less than 5 minutes. The next test, the speaking test, I didn't know why, it felt incredibly easy, as if its a kindergarten speaking test.

The teacher, Mr. Kuroyama said with an admiring tone

"Ken, that's incredible! I didn't know you were this good at English. You might even be better than I am."

My classmates who were next to me were also surprised, not believing what they just heard.

After school ends, I went home and get ready to work at my part time job. During the part time job, a very tall foreigner with a suit, completely out of place in the convenience store ordered a cigarette.

"[English] Excuse me, can I have a cigarette?"

"Sure, which one would you like?" I replied in English, as I waited, seeing the foreigner's surprised expression.

"[English] Oh. Uh, never mind the cigarette, I'll take the Asahi beer please. Also, your English is incredible for a Japanese."

"Haha, thank you for your compliment. Here's your change, 250 yen. Thank you and please come again." I replied in English.

I was thinking to myself, feeling good as I have rarely been praised and complimented, until I heard Akari's faint voice:

"uwaa-"

"Ken, that's incredible! How did you get your English to be this good? Just a month ago your English was even worse than mine!"

"Hahaha? Is that so? Thank you Akari-san" I replied

"Yes it is! It sounds like you are a native speaker!"

Badump, I remembered something.

Badump.

Badump.

"THANK YOU AKARI-SAN!" I replied, with excitement, one that I have never felt ever since my parents were gone. While running home, excited on what to come, as I realized the reality that happened from my writing. After getting home, I immediately went to my room, forgetting that my shoes are still on, opened my book and wrote:

"I woke up, hearing the nostalgic sound of the pan and the delicious smell of miso soup. I went to the dinning table and saw my father and mother talking to each other."

I went to bed and excitedly slept my way for tomorrow.