The Feeling Of Drowsiness

The ebony-haired boy scoffed as he opened his locker and began to switch his shoes.

"Who is she to think that my answer was inappropriate.." He selflessly mumbled to himself. He had been called out by his teacher when he was looking at his silver flip phone instead of taking notes for the upcoming English test. When she called on him the first thing that came to mind was dog collar for some reason. Of course, he meant it in the sense that a dog would wear it, but his teacher must have taken it another way.

"It wasn't even my fault." He continued. He had finished tieing his shoes as he walked through the open main doors to his lifeless, dull school. He stopped mumbling once he stepped through the door frame and noticed the tiny droplets of water coming down.

"Wow! Today is such a nice day!.." He lied as a bitter smile stayed glued to his face. He hadn't brought an umbrella and nobody was still at the school since he had been sent to the councilor's office due to his 'indecent thoughts'.

He pulled up his hood as he began walking to the nearest train station.

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"..𝘯𝘰𝘬𝘰!.."

𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴.

"𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘈𝘒𝘖!"

"𝘋𝘖𝘎 𝘊𝘖𝘓𝘓𝘈𝘙!" 𝘐 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥.

"𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦?" 𝘔𝘴. 𝘈𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

"𝘏𝘮??" 𝘐 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

"𝘔𝘳. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘰, 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥.

𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵.

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴!" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦.

"𝘏𝘶𝘩? 𝘞𝘩--"

"𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴!" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐!--"

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴!" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵.

𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

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"Stupid Ms. Aoki.." Haruto muttered, kicking a pebble as he stood under the cover of the train station. He took his phone out and began texting his mother about how he'll be home late.

He sighed and sat down on the dirty bench. It didn't matter to him if it had been pissed or shit on at the moment.

He was tired.

Of everything.

He didn't want to deal with his mother confronting him about what the counselor had said, even if he tried to explain he knew she wouldn't believe him.

He was scared.

He didn't want to deal with that stress.

All he wanted to do was take a shower and go to sleep.

He didn't even want to eat.

He hadn't eaten his lunch today.

The same as yesterday.

All he needed,

was a little nap.

A small break from reality.

Just as his eyes began to close, and he started to drift off the train pulled up. He stood up and walked inside. He squinted as warm tears began to fall down his cheeks.

Not even the 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 wanted him to rest.