The A-Train
New Member
4/4/2018
Kaizen Satou was going to miss his break from school. He absolutely dreaded being back in the hellhole known as Konami high school. No one actually liked him there, except a few students who were too unpopular to choose their friends. Kaizen didn’t really count them as friends to be honest because they didn’t really talk to him. That was a little lame. Why didn’t they talk to Kaizen? Was it because he was a chunni or was it because of his general attitude towards everything? Well either way he would probably just keep to himself and be on his phone. Not like he was important like some people, right? Those damn popular kids and their importantance to society! Kaizen wanted to get rid of that injustice from society. It's no surprise that the popular kids would get into college with a recommendation letter while kids like him would stay and suffer. It wasn’t fair. Especially because he was seen as a troubled student at Konami.
Kazien made his way over to his locker and opened it. He grabbed his textbooks and shut his locker, headed off to his first class with Mr. Abe. He wasn’t really looking forward to it, but he had to go to his class. Kaizen would get an alert from his phone, when he fished it out of his pockets and read the alert it said.
“Kaizen Satou you are destined to stop the coming ruin.” Out of the blue. What the hell was this? Kaizen did not remember having this contact on his phone from anywhere. What did this mean? Kaizen wondered if anyone else got this notification.
Weird huh? Kaizen shrugged and deleted the notification from his phone. He didn’t know what that was or what that meant. But oh well, it probably was just a prank from one of the other students. Stopping the coming ruin? This had to be a joke from someone. There was no way that he was stopping any coming ruin from happening, because he was just a high school student. Kaizen thought that message was an insanely stupid prank. He was going to see who had sent the message and perhaps beat them up for doing such a stupid prank.
Kaizen Satou was going to miss his break from school. He absolutely dreaded being back in the hellhole known as Konami high school. No one actually liked him there, except a few students who were too unpopular to choose their friends. Kaizen didn’t really count them as friends to be honest because they didn’t really talk to him. That was a little lame. Why didn’t they talk to Kaizen? Was it because he was a chunni or was it because of his general attitude towards everything? Well either way he would probably just keep to himself and be on his phone. Not like he was important like some people, right? Those damn popular kids and their importantance to society! Kaizen wanted to get rid of that injustice from society. It's no surprise that the popular kids would get into college with a recommendation letter while kids like him would stay and suffer. It wasn’t fair. Especially because he was seen as a troubled student at Konami.
Kazien made his way over to his locker and opened it. He grabbed his textbooks and shut his locker, headed off to his first class with Mr. Abe. He wasn’t really looking forward to it, but he had to go to his class. Kaizen would get an alert from his phone, when he fished it out of his pockets and read the alert it said.
“Kaizen Satou you are destined to stop the coming ruin.” Out of the blue. What the hell was this? Kaizen did not remember having this contact on his phone from anywhere. What did this mean? Kaizen wondered if anyone else got this notification.
Weird huh? Kaizen shrugged and deleted the notification from his phone. He didn’t know what that was or what that meant. But oh well, it probably was just a prank from one of the other students. Stopping the coming ruin? This had to be a joke from someone. There was no way that he was stopping any coming ruin from happening, because he was just a high school student. Kaizen thought that message was an insanely stupid prank. He was going to see who had sent the message and perhaps beat them up for doing such a stupid prank.
