bradpara

Chapter Four: A Simple Plan, A Minor Complication The next morning, I am sitting in my homeroom, waiting for the start of class. The class is of a respectable size- about 40 students- and the class room itself is of a rather dignified older design, wooden floors, and desks, white walls, open windows and old fashioned green black boards. I have come to appreciate the older feel that this school has. Just as I collect my thoughts, a man enters the room that can only be described as average.  He is of average height,with  average build, average brown hair and eyes- basically, he’s average in every way. The only that is not average about

Chapter Three: A Fateful Meeting, A Simple Plan A week had passed since I finally arrived in the middle of nowhere. During that time, I hid myself in my room—coming out only to eat. I played video games and watched TV in my room. The most interaction I had was to continue to talk to my old friends on Twitter and Facebook. We promised that we would stay in touch, but not seeing them every day made everything seem less real. Today, however, I had no choice but to head out into what passed for an outside world in this place. Today was my first day of high school. As I said before, it's not that I have heard anything "bad" about Umawara

Chapter Two: An Unwelcome Journey; A New Home It has been two months since the announcement. During that time, I have said goodbye to my friends, finished middle school, and tried my best to ignore this day as much as possible. And now it is finally here. My life is officially over. I am standing with my family at the domestic terminal at Narita Airport, waiting for our flight to prepare to board. I look at the scenery around me, knowing that this is the last time I shall see anything that even vaguely resembles civilization. My parents and sister are sitting beside me; their mood is much different from mine. They are nervous, yes, but M

Chapter One: An Ordinary Life, A Fateful Interruption My name is Michio Takayoshi. I am fifteen years old and looking forward to high school. I don't look like anything special; Typical height, 1.5 meters, with short brown hair that, for whatever reason, cannot stay straight, and brown eyes. I have a slender build- not athletic, but not fat either- just a plain, boring average Japanese boy. I am hanging in the shopping mall with my friends, just like a typical kid in the city of Sataima, a prefecture near Tokyo. "So Takayoshi-kun," Hashigawa practically shouts out to me. "What do you think that high school is going to be like?" "I really