akeno went home, her spirits in tatters, as usual.

she raised her ordinary eyes to see an ordinary house.

ordinary parents.

walked an ordinary floor to an ordinary door, beyond which an ordinary room lies.

but she didn't want to be just like that, so she had been expressing her unique soul in class.

apparently, not everyone wanted something out of the ordinary.

she placed her ordinary bag on her ordinary bed, and although she had ordinary friends.

she wanted more.

akeno wished to be the akeno everybody recognized.

it wasn't the prospect of being famous and rich; it was the idea of having a purpose.

something that made her herself.

but she was constrained in such an ordinary

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