We were on the front courtyard of the school and cleaning up after some large event. There were some severely damaged and old Pokemon figures that we were planning to decide as a group which ones to keep. However the voting never happened and so we decided to make the decision ourselves. There were months old drinks tucked away in a cupboard that seemed to resemble milk tea bought in a store. My uncle said it was his and my brother glared at him. Four large plastic bins were laid out to sort the trash that we were throwing away. The floor was mostly wet but quickly dried up with the sun baking the ground. I didn’t really like stepping into the dirty water and felt the need to rinse my feet immediately.

A friend was reciting to someone his mnemonic for remembering someone’s birthday and address. “May 31. Alley 5, No. 5…”

We had just gotten home from a long trip and the suitcase was still at the door when I had to leave to go to school. My brother was home.

The number of days we had left for class were quickly dwindling. I was looking forward to Physics class but it turned out the teacher didn’t show up and there was no substitute. I thought to pass the time, I would go downstairs into the courtyard and drive a go-kart.

I’m not sure why you bothered to talk to me but you asked if I wanted to go home together after school. It had been a while since that happened so I thought why not and agreed. I guess I was excited because I did a little spin and afterwards you told me I “should do that dance again.” “Later” I replied. I wasn’t even really sure how that was considered a dance.

It was night time and a few friends were over helping me to clean up the house. I picked up a sofa cushion from the stairs and went up to return it to its original location. “Sorry, I can’t help you with that. I have to go now.” I didn’t really mind and carried it up by myself.

The walls of the bookstore were red and I’m not sure if it was the winter holiday season because it sure felt that way. I circled around an island of books and picked up a Japanese textbook. However it was more like a small notebook than any standard textbook. Inside were notes scribbled all over the pages in green ink. I put the book back down and walked away.

It was the last day of school and rather uneventful. We were sitting in the classroom and I was reading a book. I wasn’t very interested in what was going on around me but I had the feeling that I would once again feel very unsatisfied when I left at the end of the day.

There were a lot of people in the building and it seemed like some kind of event just finished. On the fourth and fifth floors people were walking around naked looking for a place to shower.

A swarm of cockroaches tore at one of their own because it touched a doughnut in front of them. Playing something on the Wii inside a skyscraper with a view of the city. Someone called me “slow”.