Tadae woke a few minutes, but stayed silent. She finally sighed and stood, then limped over and grabbed the support of the swing. "Dreams are disappointing. They show you something that you don't want to think about or wish was there, only for you to wake up and be dragged into a cruel world that won't let go of you," she whispered sadly.
Tadae glanced at him. She sighed. "I don't know. With everything that's happened in the past few years...I feel like I am starting to hate it, but I'm not leaving the ones that I love because of my own selfish desires to be away from it all."
Staring at the ground I walked through the hall. Nobody seemed to care that I was unfamiliar. Nobody seemed to care that I was unusual. Nobody seemed to even notice me. I had to take a glance down to make sure I was still there; that I hadn't turned invisible. Nope -still there. I liked it that way. I had once been told that I had the kind of face you forget even when looking directly at it. Good. I didn't want to be remembered. Attention had brought me only trouble in the past, so I did my best to dissolve into my surroundings. Music in my ears, I had a smile plastered across my face. This school would be a fresh, new, normal, start. I was finally happy. Until the bell rang, and a glance at my timetable told me I had English. Way to ruin the day.