Author's Note: I originally wrote this over a year ago (which explains some of the bad grammar) and I had no plans to continued it. But from this intro, the readers should use their own imagination to create the story within their minds. Words can speak for themselves.

The Antagonist of Life

“Mizuki? Are you awake? Why do you have the air conditioner on in the middle of winter?” The mother nuzzled her precious daughter in her arms. The girl’s cold brown eyes pierced through her long dark brown hair. The truth was that she wasn’t cold at all but it was really warm to her.

“It got hot in here.”

“Hot? It is winter! You could get sick!” The mother rose to turn off the source of the coldness. Then she turned around to leave without another word.

Couple of hours later, the alarm went off in an annoying BEEP! The noise was too loud for comfort as she smacked the off button. It read 5:00 A.M. ‘Stupid school’ she thought, ‘I always have to get up so dang early.’ She decided to go downstairs to get ready. First was the shower. Despite how she loved the cold temperature, she liked the water to be hot. The water reminded her that she was actually awake.

In thirty minutes, she walked out to get changed and returned to her room. The normal clothes that she wore consisted of a pair of baggy cargo pants and some random shirt. ‘What about clothing coordination?’ you might say but she could care less about looks. She walked back downstairs to be greeted by her mom making breakfast.

“Well Mizuki, it is a new year of school! A chance to make new friends!” she said cheerily but her daughter’s response was just the opposite.

“Why should I? I already had two close friends move away. Two others that are frozen in the past…”

“Don’t be pessimistic.” She said frowning.

“I’m not. I am being realistic rather than ignorant.” That’s the way she lived. She didn’t ignore the truth as most people did. Though she saw most of life bleak there was still some hope that she had. But where did this hope come from?

After breakfast, Mizuki was driven to school by her mother. As she entered the doors, bright light consumed her. When she finally awoke she wasn’t at school. Well, not the one she knew anyway. She stood up to see that she was on the roof of a strange school. Looking down she saw herself in a strange Japanese uniform. Beside her feet was her book bag.

The school bells chimed. ‘I gotta get out of here. I don’t belong here…’ she thought to herself. Mizuki raced down the stairs from the roof and through the hallway only to be stopped by a teacher holding a yardstick in her hands.

“Are you going somewhere, miss? Get inside the classroom!” Reluctantly Mizuki followed. The last thing she wanted to do was to be in trouble. The class immediately silenced upon her arrival as she faced her new audience.