Chapter 1: Prolog
I wonder.
Why the lives that people go through are so different. They all walked different paths, through different suffering, and happiness ...
Someone once said that God is almighty.
God is all-loving, all compassionate, all-forgiving, all FAIR.
Is that true?
I asked where is the fair located?
Humans are born into this world under different conditions. Some are born with happiness in a prosperous family, some are born with a predetermined future from birth because they are the children of famous and influential people.
But there are also those who are born with suffering in their lives. Those who are sick, disabled, born into poor families, victims of war, struggling to sob as their homeland is burned by the war that continues to claim casualties.
I concluded, life is cruel.
On the one hand, the person is happy, behind the other window you can see people suffer and die without even enjoying the beauty of their life.
This is a question that I have been keeping quiet about all this time.
Why was I born with this suffering? Why am I different from the rest of them?
The word "Normal" doesn't suit me.
I received no love from my parents, I didn't know them, I didn't have friends. There is only pure white.
Meanwhile, from the book I read, it tells aloud how a child is born happy and is loved by their parents. Enjoying their youth and so on. On the other hand, a child could only sit silently in their wheelchair.
If God is just and merciful. So why would he allow one person to suffer until they died while the other felt happiness that no one else could? What sin made them bear their burdens like that?
Religion explains that suffering is born from moral incompatibility, sin, and actions that can lead us to holes called crimes and contrary to religion. But, what sins did these babies bring to die of hunger without knowing what?
Saying suffering is a consequence of Adam's original sin only adds to the confusion. Reason tells us that if the suffering of babies is the result of Adam's original sin, all babies must suffer the same way. But suffering is shared selectively and unequally. After all, as Mark Twain said, what kind of God chooses to punish children "throughout the ages to the end of the age for the transgressions of others"?
I'm confused, and feeling sad. I don't know what kind of face I'm making right now.
Therefore, I threw away the word fair in myself and continued moving forward.
Shackled in agony and all the philosophical questions in the depths of my heart, I kept moving forward, crawling from the abyss of this hell.
My first year went to high school.
This thought began to reappear after seeing the news about the war that had occurred in the east there, on the television bus carrying passengers in the Metropolitan High School uniform to their destination.
I saw the children who were thin as branches and lacking nutrition, I felt as if we were sharing the same suffering.
Closing my eyes for a moment, while feeling the bus vibrating every time it crosses the bumpy road.
Waiting for what kind of future is in front of me.
Chapter 2: Chapter 1 part 1
(Warning: poor English writer!)
"I welcome all of you to this school, as a student who will become a support for the future of our beloved country!"
A middle-aged man in his 40s stood on the stage of the hall. With that soothing smile on his face and a gentle gaze that looked at all the students present in front of him.
Currently, an entrance ceremony is being held for new students at this school. They are candidates for the next generation who will bear this country in the future.
'This beloved country is experiencing a downturn every year. The increasing poverty, the increasing number of crime cases, the decreasing birth rate are all enough to make people in society feel sick.
Especially for those who pay more attention to it, those who care about this country. It's such a shame for a country that is one of the most developed countries on this continent.
To address this, the new Prime Minister brought up a new Draft Law and began implementing the early stages of the "Country Recovery" process. One of them is with the establishment of this school, Acme High School.'
To be honest, this sentence was written on the brochure about this high school that was distributed publicly before.
No matter how bad the situation is written on the brochure, the problem of poverty should be reduced in this country now. Well, I guess it tells the origin or the reason why this school was made
The principal who was standing at the front, paused for a moment from his speech to then emphasize the impact of the words that would come out next.
"Welcome to Acme High School !!"
Rivalry applause then sounded as the principal ended his welcoming speech upfront.
You can see the happy faces of all the students in this particular building from all directions on the clock line. After hearing the welcoming speech from the principal who was excited and motivating.
Usually, the entrance ceremony is one of the most boring things for students. Apart from hearing the babble of various important people in the school we attended, such as the principal and several teachers, other problems such as fatigue due to having to stand for a long time and hot air due to jostling were one of the main reasons.
But not here. As far as the eye could see all you could see were the proud and happy faces of the students present. I can understand that, considering that they were successfully accepted into the best school in the country which guaranteed their future.
In addition, the facilities provided in this hall building were very helpful. We didn't have to stand for hours because seats were provided. As well as the cool air in all corners of the room because there are several air conditioners installed.
That's Acme Metropolitan High School. A school that was established directly by the government to educate quality and qualified individuals.
This school is a special school. It is said that those who successfully graduate from this school are free to choose any university and the job they want. This school 100% guarantees this. This is one of the reasons why this school receives a lot of new student requests every year.
And this is where I stand today. I am very lucky to get into this school. But still. It's too early to be happy. There will be many things that will happen in the future and my youth is at stake for it.
After the applause, all the students began to sit back in their seats. The school has provided chairs for students to occupy with name tags affixed to the chairs.
What came to my mind the first time? It is true! Friends!
I'll make 100 friends. That's my first goal.
No matter how you look at it, if you live your high school life which is said to be the most enjoyable period of your life without having anything called friends…. Then you will end up miserable.
I intend to live my school life properly. Therefore I must behave well and be inconspicuous. In order to avoid things that are not desired in the future.
Hey, come to think of it isn't this a good opportunity?
In this closed hall, all the students from the first year had gathered. If you look around at least this is an opportunity to make friends.
Could it be that the first thing I should do is talk and try to make friends with the person next to me? It so happened that sitting beside me was a cute girl who looked charming and friendly.
This is my luck. When else could you talk to this angel-like girl on your first day in high school? All you have to do is get a good impression of yourself when you meet her.
Someone once told me, that first impressions are important in starting a relationship in the future. That means what I need to do is to appear as natural as possible in trying to strike up a conversation.
"Eto-"
I, I just said a word and she already gave me a terrible look. As if to say "Please don't talk to me!"
That's when I realized I was a coward. I immediately gave up on the first try and decided to just talk to someone else.
"..."
That's right, I wasn't aware of my own situation.
I was in the last row and to my left was nobody but the white wall.
While I was lamenting my fate, the sound of applause and cheers began to be heard again by the students.
Instantly, my gaze shifted forward towards the main stage.
A girl gracefully walked up the stairs and walked to the podium.
Her long white hair reached her back, her beautiful and charming face had a honey-like appeal and could attract the attention of all who saw it.
Seeing the student who is in the same year as me standing at the podium, I can conclude that she is a representative of all the new students in this school, meaning that she is the smartest student of our first year.
suddenly, my body shivered.
I don't know why but this girl beside me is giving off a terrifying aura right now. I wonder why?
"What, is there something in my face?"
I just turned a little to the side and she already gave a scary reply.
Forget it. Just pretend she's not beside me and don't talk to her. With that, it might make this girl happy.
"Do, you like?"
Hmm, what? After making me froze on the spot with her medusa gaze now she suddenly muttered something? Maybe she's talking to someone else.
I just kept quiet and ignored her, and that's when I felt something sharp just pierced my hand.
I looked at my hand and found a small stab wound there. It's not that deep but I'm sure this wound will make a mark.
"Hey, did you just stab me with something?"
I rubbed my hands to ease the pain and turned to turn to the girl beside me. What caught my attention was the compass she was holding in her left hand.
"No, I'm just greeting you."
"Hah?"
"I asked you ... Do you like her?"
Who? Who does she mean?
Perhaps because of the confused expression on my face, she then explained further.
"I mean, do you like her? Suzuki Chie, the girl standing at the front. "
Ahh, so that's what she asked. The girl in front is named Suzuki Chie, huh? Hm, hmmm… a beautiful name. It matches the person very well.
"Aw!"
"Don't ignore me."
Shit, I've only been at this school for an hour and I've been bullied? Seriously! Someone! Anyone, teacher, or else. Help me from this bully.
"Uhh, all normal boys like her."
Please don't stab again, I added the words to the end and looked at her begging for forgiveness.
"Are you included in the word" normal boy "?"
"Of course I'm normal!"
"That means you like her?"
"…. Of course."
Hopefully, with this, she will stop talking to me. Please I don't know what to do about you.
"She must be having a lot of trouble."
"Eh, why do you think that?"
"Because someone as disgusting as you likes her. It will definitely make it difficult for her. "
Are you making fun of me? Ask for a fight? I didn't know that there was such an annoying species here.
I'd better just go with her whim and not fight.
"It is true…. No, you are wrong. There is nothing wrong with liking something right? Or rather admire something. After all, the life of a famous person is like that, right? Loved and hated by many people. "
What do I do? I instead add unnecessary things to my sentence. I should just say two words and the problem will be over. It seems that I myself refuse to budge.
More precisely, just think of it as resistance not to show defeat. If I give in to her at this time then she will think of me as a weak person and will continue to bully me right? That's what a bully does. They will act more freely when their victims do not fight back.
However, the girl beside me was not showing angry feelings but smiling softly.
Shit, she's cute ...
"I see…."
What? Wait, is it over?
Finally, I can escape from her.
Wait, I don't know her name.
"My name is Kichida Hikaru, nice to meet you."
I introduced myself and was about to ask her name, and that's when the piercing gaze came back.
Ok, I'll take it as "I don't want to introduce myself to someone like you."
I pray to Kami-sama who is in heaven so that I will not be in the same class as her later.
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