Warning! I mentioned this in the description but themes like abuse and murder are present. I'm not sure if in this chapter but at some point going forward they will be. If you are sensitive to these subjects I don't recommend reading. However, putting a warning label won't help because it's an important part of the story and skipping it would leave you confused so it's best not to read at all. I probably won't be putting this warning again.

I walk home and into the house I've lived in all these years and set the umbrella on the old, untouched coat hanger. The old squeaky wood floors, the peeling wallpaper.It's all too familiar to me. No, I'm not poor. Quite the opposite actually. I just don't want nor need a nice, fancy house. This one's good enough. I walk past that room and chuckle. Haven't been in there for a while have I? I'd rather not go in there for awhile more. I walk past my "parent's" old, dusty room. Filled with cobwebs and antique figures roughed up from the sands of time. My "mother" sure loved her antiques. Too bad she's not around any longer to love them, to love them more than me. That is not something I think about often, so just wait a little while longer.

I throw my bag on to my new and wonderful bed. Beds are something I'm interested in, not something I've had my whole life, but something that is my whole life. So soft and wondrous, so captivating and comforting. The one of two things that can make me forget that altogether. The other being Kyouka, but for a different reason.

I finish my schoolwork in just under an hour. I eat my favorite pasta dinner then take a shower. After my shower I head back to my oasis of a bed and sleep for the next eight hours.

I walk to school, Kyouka's umbrella in hand, and head inside the building. I hear some whispers around me. Mostly asking if I cared about anyone enough to date them or who I would possibly date. I walk over to Kyouka's shoe locker and with my luck, she's there. The second my arm goes into motion, people start asking if Kyouka and I are in a relationship. No.

"Ignore them."

"Hm."

It's not like I care and she should know this. Why am I getting so upset about this? Hm.

"Right, yes, sorry. Ya probably already don't care anyways."

I stay silent.

We continue through our day, but it was all the same, though. Kyouka pestering me, schoolgirl gossip I was there to witness or apart of, annoying, some good, and frustrating teachers. Yep, the usual. The rest of the week was like this and then came Friday. Some guy called Akise came up to me all red in the face looking like he was going to burst, and asked me in a very unstable voice why I was returning a white umbrella to Kyouka. I don't care. I try to walk away but then he stops me and starts yelling at me about how he's going to kill himself and it's all my fault. I can tell he's just trying to get me to let up, but it isn't going to work. I'm not giving him the satisfaction.

"Hm." Adding an extra tablespoon of boredom to it.

"What?" He says about to explode in a very loud voice.

Great now all of China knows we're here.

"Hey! What's going on here?"

"This little bitch returned a white umbrella to Kyouka-"

"Ms. Asano." I corrected.

"Shut up! And she won't tell me why!"

"Explain why this upsets you." The principal states in a very bothered voice.

"Why I-, I don't know it just does!"

Now he's a different kind of red.

He runs away, white everywhere but his face.

"Thank you principal."

"No need to thank."

"Hm."

"You're welcome."

What? Never mind it doesn't matter. At least it's over with.

My day was as bland as ever, and I finally got home, but still having to deal with Kyouka talking to me the entire way.