The sounds of the school bell ringing, lunch has ended.

“Ugh…”, Kenta being awoken from his slumber is saddened to hear lunch is over. “Not that I could eat anything anyway.” Lazily getting up, he exits the shade of the tree. Patting himself down and removing the dirt, Kenta realises that somethings missing.

“Hmm… are you missing something. It wouldn’t happen to be this, would it?” Looking over he sees a group of 3 boys. All three are wearing the senior uniform. The middle senior, blonde hair, black eyes, a tough look and who is the apparent leader of this group is holding his wallet.

“Who are you?” Kenta asks.

“Who am I? Geez the disrespect, everyone in this school knows who I am.” The senior says, “Have you forgotten, perhaps I should remind you.”

“Boss I don’t recall seeing him around.” The senior to the left says, ”I think this is the new kid we’ve been hearing about that started here today.”

“You know I’m standing right here, you could just ask me if I’m a new student.” Kenta retorts, “And to answer, yeah I’m the new student that transferred today.”

“My mistake. Since this is your first day and since I’m such a generous person I’ll let you off this once. As punishment, however this wallet is mine.” The leader says whilst putting the wallet in his pocket, “Oh and my name is…”

“Shut up!” Kenta interrupts.

“What? Ha ha ha. Perhaps I was getting ahead of myself. Perhaps you do need a beating.” The leader replies.

“Whatever, let’s just get this over with, I want my wallet back, you want to teach me a lesson. Blah blah blah.” Kenta replies

“Fine have it your way.” The leader says.

surrounding and clearly outnumbering him, Kenta is at a disadvantage.

Finally, the two on the side jump him, swiftly and intently, looking to grab him.

Kenta taking a step forward, dodges them. The two collide with each other, knocking each other unconscious.

“Idiots.” The senior says looking over with disappointment.

Angered by the idiocy of his henchmen and the disrespect the new student has shown him. He charges forward and throws a fist aimed at Kenta’s face.

Rapidly ducking under the fist, grabbing the wallet and kicking the leader’s legs, tripping him and causing him to faceplant into the ground. Kenta accomplished this in only a matter of seconds, not wasting any energy or movements.

“If you’re going to beat me up, at least make sure you know what you’re doing.” Kenta said while grinning to himself whilst walking away.

Looking around and noticing every student has left, Kenta hurries his pace and heads back to class.

Opening the door to the classroom, everyone is looking at him.

“And where have you been?” The teacher inquires.

“Oh… um… I fell asleep at lunch and didn’t wake up until after the bell went. I’m kind of tired. Sorry.” Kenta replies.

“Your first day here and you’re already mucking up. Quick! Go to your seat.” The teacher says.

~~~

The bell rings.

“Alright class. Schools over. Have a good afternoon.” The teacher kindly says.

Wait a second. Somethings not right. It’s Monday and it’s 3:00pm. What am I forgetting? Kenta thought.

“Oh shit!” Kenta yelled attracting the attention of everyone in the classroom. Rushing out the room. Kenta is running through the school hallways. Jumping down each flight of stairs, bumping into the wall as it turns. Exiting the main building, he runs towards the school gate. He grabs his bike, jumps on, pushes off and starts pedalling as fast as he can.

It takes 30 minutes casually riding to get to school and 10 mins walking to get to the grocery store in the opposite direction.

“Yes! I can make it!” Kenta mumbles to himself.

Riding on the footpath, he finally gets to a hill.

“Alright, final push. Here we go!” Kenta states as he sees the store in the distance.

Pushing off, Kenta starts charging downhill. Going faster and faster, Kenta is like a missile locked on a target.

When suddenly. Kenta’s vision goes blank white but only for a second. Huh what was that. Being focused on one thing, Kenta instantly dismisses it. Continuing down the footpath, he gets to an intersection and having too much speed, is unable to stop the bike.

*Honk*

Guess I won’t make it for the sale.

*Screech* *Crash*