Kusaka
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Or, um, my math assignment. Lololol now no one has to know that I stole the plot idea from Scrap Teacher.
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There he sat, alone and cold, his range of vision blurred by the thick fog. He was the exponent of a perfect student; determined, smart, kind, responsible. He thought absentmindedly that maybe he would be able to evaluate his situation better if perhaps he weren’t so cold, or if the bench he had found to rest on weren’t so uncomfortable. Seeing past the haze might have been nice as well.
He could find no rational explanation for the events happening recently in his life, as he found it quite hard to put himself in the mindset of others, save a few rare moments where a dim light seemed to jumble his linear train of thought into something much broader, more abstract.
Perhaps things like this were supposed to happen, perhaps the solution to his mind boggling troubles was that there was simply no solution to begin with. Because being 15, a sensitive, unstable age, there was no way he could deal with his mother asking him to change schools. Was it really so difficult for his parents to make sense of? This resolute, sweet boy was the product of 15 years of understanding, caring love, and now, when he most desperately needed his parents understanding, they payed absolutely no heed to his distress.
The bullying, he could deal with. The fact that no one else seemed to care about his troubled school at its vertex of collapsing, he could get past. The fact that his grade point average was an unparalleled 4.0, and with brains like his, he truly did belong at a high-class private school, he ignored. He could feel a change coming; he knew that the moment he gave up on his school, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Because as cheesy as it would sound, he had grown attached to this school-- heaven knows why; he had no friends, it was virtually impossible to pay attention in class, the teachers cared little, perhaps less than the students themselves, the hallways and classrooms a scattered mess of litter and graffiti. It was times like these, when he found himself alone and free to let his mind wander to variable, seldom explored corners, that he sometimes questioned why he tried so hard when he knew his chances of getting any reciprocal response were below zero. Then he remembered, in his brilliant yet painfully naive, good spirited mind, that if he gave his best, if he truly tried, he knew he could make a difference.
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The 'he' is obviously Kusaka. Some of the words might sound forced, mostly because they WERE... We had to use 12 math vocab words, but any way we could think of~! I wonder if you guys could find 'em 8DD Finished around 1 am, just wanted to get it over with, so sorry for the semi-crappy writing. And for spamming your f-pages lol.
Or, um, my math assignment. Lololol now no one has to know that I stole the plot idea from Scrap Teacher.
~~~~~~~~~
There he sat, alone and cold, his range of vision blurred by the thick fog. He was the exponent of a perfect student; determined, smart, kind, responsible. He thought absentmindedly that maybe he would be able to evaluate his situation better if perhaps he weren’t so cold, or if the bench he had found to rest on weren’t so uncomfortable. Seeing past the haze might have been nice as well.
He could find no rational explanation for the events happening recently in his life, as he found it quite hard to put himself in the mindset of others, save a few rare moments where a dim light seemed to jumble his linear train of thought into something much broader, more abstract.
Perhaps things like this were supposed to happen, perhaps the solution to his mind boggling troubles was that there was simply no solution to begin with. Because being 15, a sensitive, unstable age, there was no way he could deal with his mother asking him to change schools. Was it really so difficult for his parents to make sense of? This resolute, sweet boy was the product of 15 years of understanding, caring love, and now, when he most desperately needed his parents understanding, they payed absolutely no heed to his distress.
The bullying, he could deal with. The fact that no one else seemed to care about his troubled school at its vertex of collapsing, he could get past. The fact that his grade point average was an unparalleled 4.0, and with brains like his, he truly did belong at a high-class private school, he ignored. He could feel a change coming; he knew that the moment he gave up on his school, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Because as cheesy as it would sound, he had grown attached to this school-- heaven knows why; he had no friends, it was virtually impossible to pay attention in class, the teachers cared little, perhaps less than the students themselves, the hallways and classrooms a scattered mess of litter and graffiti. It was times like these, when he found himself alone and free to let his mind wander to variable, seldom explored corners, that he sometimes questioned why he tried so hard when he knew his chances of getting any reciprocal response were below zero. Then he remembered, in his brilliant yet painfully naive, good spirited mind, that if he gave his best, if he truly tried, he knew he could make a difference.
END
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The 'he' is obviously Kusaka. Some of the words might sound forced, mostly because they WERE... We had to use 12 math vocab words, but any way we could think of~! I wonder if you guys could find 'em 8DD Finished around 1 am, just wanted to get it over with, so sorry for the semi-crappy writing. And for spamming your f-pages lol.