| 26th August 2019 |
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I wonder how far would it have to go for the whole to realize that they have a finite amount of time to change an event, and that goes until they die. Because as far as I know, no one is truly useless. there is always a chance that they can achieve something important. Which will eventually just be history, and that is what's stopping them. They're afraid of that bit of feeling of self-accomplishment disappearing after all the efforts they put in. Like the king once said:
"Only the gods live forever. Our days are few in number, and whatever we achieve is a puff of wind. Why be afraid then, since sooner or later death must come?"
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First day of 5th grade (elementary school). Standing in front of my new school after I moved out. 10 minutes after I arrived, the bell rang. The teacher is, in my opinion, chubby. With black hair, blue eyes, with black glasses and quite short. Oh and with a chest too.
She's fine looking to probably most kids and people so I wouldn't mind her being my wife when I get older if I'm going to be honest… but that is out of context.
After my seat got assigned since I was in last, I started looking around to to see if I could be friends with any of my classmate but like any stupid class that's been together the whole time, they already had their own circle. I'll say in my case, that's pretty frustrating.
"I guess I'll have to wait" and of course… I said that out loud.
"Kuon, was it? You'll have to wait for what?" is what my classmate who heard me mumble said
"I- it's Kuonn. It is pronounced like *Kwon*."
"Oh uh… my bad dude. Anyways Kuonn are you new here?" he asked
"Yes, I just moved here this summer so indeed, I'm pretty new."
We then chatted for the whole five minutes of freedom we had to organize our school books and other not important stuff that'll just stay in the back of the locker. He surprisingly had the same interest as me and likes the same hobbies so we became friends. But he and I didn't talk again after that, well for the moment after at least.
The bell rang and it was now… lunch time? Maybe time does fly by pretty quick, and surprising too, considering we're in priso—school.
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Like any other scene you see in a story about a lonely kid, during lunch time, most of the seats at the tables were taken. So the only ones left are like… uh *(looks around desperately)* for some reason separated by different groups of friends and in this case, my only options are
A ) Sit next to a random group and try to be friends with them.
B ) Don't sit close to any of them.
C ) Find the group with most pretty girls in it and go sit there
It's already pretty much decided to be honest, everyone knows the rule:
"If you aren't invited, don't ask to join"
So obviously I chose option B and then sat down to eat like a normal person because uh… I've never seen anyone eat at a table while standing. Well there might be a special brain related reason or something that indicates if there are chairs and a table, you must eat there.
"Welp, lets dig in." Only one bite in, with the thought "I'm going to peacefully eat alone", until I heard those terrifying words:
"Hey! Kuon, can I sit next to you?"