Flickering (Story title) Finding Relief (chapter title)

Despite what most might think by looking at my user name and pic, this story is writen in a girls perspective. Just to clear any further confusion, yes, I am a boy. If you think that I have protrayed the girls mind in any way, feel free to tell me.

The forest was alive with animals. Birds were singing, insects were buzzing around, and some deer were walking around, looking for something to eat. I was standing still, in the middle of all the movement. I screamed in my misery, and dropped onto my knees, crying, in an attempt to get out all my sorrow and lonliness. The forest was depressingly quiet, the birds and insects flew away in suprise, and the deer pranced away in a false fear of being killed. The only sound was my sobs, as I knelt there crying.

I woke up with a start, thinking that my life was not much less miserable and lonely. I looked out the window, and saw that it was still dark. I looked over at the clock on my night stand, and found out that it was only 11:35 P.M. I got out of bed and walked over to the window. The moon was full and looked pretty, and the rest of the town was asleep. My cat, Yukiko (which is Japanese for snow child, because she is as white as snow), came to join me. I stroked her back gently, sighed, then turning to her, I asked her, "do you think I will ever feel happy again?" In reply, she meowed, and walked away.

"I guess not." I sighed looking out the window again.

I stayed there looking out the window for what seemed like a few minutes, but when I looked back at the clock it was 1:00 A.M. I decided to go to bed, and get more sleep, hoping that I wouldn't have another sad dream.

Afew hours later, I woke up to the alarm on my clock. I lazily got out of bed and got ready for school. I ate breakfast, which was just a piece of toast, and some milk, because I was late for getting out of bed, and was going to be late for school.

Like it matters if I'm late or not,  I thought as I lazily walked to school half a mile away. I got to school, and into my first class right before the bell rang for school to start.

The school was very noisy with chatter, even after the bell rang, so the teacher had to fight to get everyone's attention for roll call. Well, except for my attention, because i was always in the back of the class as silent as death.

"Aizawa Akira," Mr. Nelson, our teacher, said looking up from his list.

"Here," was the reply of the girl who's name was Akira, which means "intelligent" in japanese.

"Akai Akari," Mr. Nelson sighed, not even bothering to look up.

"Here," I said, then under my breath added "but I wish I wasn't."

After Mr. Nelson finished the roll call, he began to teach us today's lesson. In about the middle of the lesson the door opened and the principal, Mrs. Tingy walked in with a boy that I didn't recognize. Before she said anything, I knew that we had a new kid in our class. I looked around the classroom, and saw that the only seat open was to my right, right next to me. Great I thought now I have another person to criticize me.

Mrs Tingy walked to the front of the class and announced to the class: "Class, this is Akihiro, and he will be joining your class."

The End

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