End Of A long Day

I walked down the familiar streets, the granola bar from Ms. Lail a half-eaten lump in my pocket. My brain was still trying to process the absolute train wreck of the last few hours.

When was the last time I had this much to think about? Usually, my brain was just background noise, a low hum of video game lore and meaningless observations. Now it was a full-blown civil war.

My life used to be a slice-of-life manga. The really boring kind, where the main character just stares out the window a lot and has fake-deep thoughts about the clouds. The plot was simple: nothing happens. Ever.

Now? Now I was the main character of five different, badly written stories at once.