School, a place we call jail.

I wipe the tears off my eyes and cheeks, I sit up and rest my face in the palm of my hand, "Urgh, what time is it?" I check my phone, 10 AM, "I guess it's time to get up.. I really don't want to! But the day has to start somewhere…" I get up and stretch my body. I walk over to the kitchen and pour myself some water from the tap. I drink some water and head to the shower.

I take a shower and put on my boxers, black jeans and a white hoodie. I make myself some bacon and cheese on toast, "Ah! Smells delicious, time to dig in." I eat my toast with bacon and cheese. I sit down on the couch and think, "I guess I'll just drown these feelings and thoughts with music."

I go to my room, baby pink and baby blue walls, my desk to my right, in front of my window. My bed with white sheets and 2 pink pillows to my right. In front of me I see 2 guitar stands with guitars on them, "Let's take the acoustic one." I take the black acoustic guitar, sit down and tune it. I reach for my guitar pick on the table next to the stands. I feel a rougher edge on the pick, I pick it up and look at it, "It's broken.. Guess I'll have to get a new one. I don't want to go outside though.. Eh. Wait, I should have dads old pick somewhere."

I walk over to another room, all the way at the end of the hallway. The room is full of boxes and old items. I rustle through the boxes, trying to find the pick. I open each box one by one, "Oh! My old flute, whahahha. I remember this." I pick it up and try to play it, miserably failing, I almost kill my ears of the false notes. I look through further, "Oh! There you are!" I see the pick next to a box in the corner. I bend down and pick it up. I hear a car pass by outside and look to the window, I see a picture frame of me, my father and Hika. I slowly walk over to it and pick it up, I wipe the dust off and I try to pull a smile whilst tears fall on the glass. My cheeks hurt as my face wants to pull smile, but tears just keep coming out, "Dammit��.?"

"Rozaleeee!!!!!" A hand hits my back and I see a smiling face to my right.

"Hey! What was that for? You're always smiling dumbass." I gently pull a warm smile back at him.

"It's almost your 10-year birthday dumbass." As we walk to school, he grabs my bag and runs in front of me, "Come catch me if you can! Ha!" He runs away to school; I quickly try to chase after him. After a few minutes of running and chasing we arrive at the school,

"I'll see ya after school or between breaks!"I go to my classroom and wait. I look at the clock ticking, second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour, the school bell goes off, "Finally!"

I run grab my bag and run out of the classroom filled with students. I go outside and run over to "our spot." Right as I turn the corner I stop and hear, "Hey! Don't you dare think you're all tough and strong because you can stand up for some peasant!" I hear groaning and laughing, I peak over and see a group of children hitting and kicking Hika, "H-He-Hey! W-what do y-you think you're d-doing?!"