Chapter 6: late to school

To be thrown in a random dream was not the best thing, he awoke panting hard.

HUHUHUHUH!!

He turned his head quickly to see if there was anybody here, nobody, he was very puzzled by what had happened.

'Was this a good dream?'

He shook his head, grasping his chest he knew it was there, but who he saw, he looked familiar. He did not know who, but he had seen him before.

He shook all of it off and started moving. He checked the time at an old grandfather clock, still ticking away for its years of work for the family.

He saw that it was not what he liked. He was going to be late for school. He gritted, freaking out about it, he looked around for his school clothes. They had a similar feel to the house, as being battered and had no washing machine, he had to do it manually.

They had a sink, but it wasn't your regular one. The water would come from a pot, then a tube would drain the water all the way to the sink. They only had cold water unless they heated it up, which would be too expensive.

He scrambled looking for his things, grabbing everything school worthy.

"Why are you rushing?"

It was a weak, delicate voice, low tone with a dying feeling to it. Kumas knew who was talking to him, he stopped everything and looked at him.

His grandpa was not in a coma or in a bad situation, but because of the lack of everything, they only mostly slept. It was a scary feeling as they may never wake up again, that whys Kumas takes care of them, currently, nobody else was home.

Kumas wondered where everybody else was then the old man answered. "They went, out."

He looked at him then spoke, "nice to see you grandpa," he spoke in a down tone.

The man shook in his wooden bed, shaking his head slowly, I asked you, why are you rushing?"

Kumas looked at the man and replied confused, "I am going to be late for school."

He chuckled, "and you mind?"

Kumas was still moving around when having a conversation with him, he was ready to go, having his destroyed clothes on. He stopped when he said that.

He looked back at him, "yes, I don't want to miss the lesson."

The old man chuckled, smiling brightly. His bead was long and would droop down to his legs (while sitting up), but they moved if he was over the moon.

He was and he smiled back, a bit puzzled.

Kumas left and the man shook his head.

"What happened to make you so bright?

Kumas walked all the way to the school. He was in a weird position where his house was, it was pretty high up, so he had to walk all the way up. He would do this as he was battered so it would be harder than the average person.

Moving down the hill was a different story, he had to be careful. He could run down the hill, making it much easier. He would see all the shops and houses. He saw them all bright which he found nice.

He saw a beautiful house made out of red-brick and having a different style for your average rectangular window, he stared. He shook his head and got back to running.

The uncanny feeling of this being the same and different was abstract. He knew it was meant to be something, but he dd not know what.

The school was here. He saw it again, it was once again, giving of a familiar feeling. He stopped in his tracks, he shuddered, almost squealing to what he saw. The main bully, he was walking to the building. The gate would be closed so you would have to go to the reception. He was freaking out.

'What do I do, What do I do, What do I do?'

A familiar glow appeared as he was in the school's premises.

[You are getting the opportunity to avoid the bully, so you get used to the system]

[Do you accept: Y/N]

His brain was in boggled by what this was.

'The window, it returned'

He could not control his adrenaline, the feeling of avoiding him, he had felt it before, and he wanted to feel it again. His emotions took over and he screamed with all his lung power…

"YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"