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one

Monday.

The day I started school once again in repeat after Sunday. It was like my regular thing in my life. School, doing tasks, eating and sleepimg. Sure, I was a great student. But, that was one of the reason why I was starting to get bored with literally my life — and everything.

I sighed, throwing my backpack around my shoulders. I ate my breakfast, said bye to my mum before I headed to school; a boring place that I spent at almost everyday.

Sighing once again, I examined the class before I went in completely. The tables that laid there sturdily, being used by students who were talking, laughing, and even screaming shamelessly. It was just me right now. No, I wasn't a loner, I had a few friends at school. The real ones anyway. It was just — that I felt lonely sometimes, even when they were together with me.

I sat down on my seat, pondering for a moment after. When the teacher had arrived, I immediately pulled out my books, notes, and stationery. I let out a low huff before resting my chin on top of my palm.

Once in a while, my mind drifted to other world. My eyes were vacant, not bothering to pay attention to the lesson anymore. I drummed my fingers, drawing the shape of a circle randomly as I tried to focus back on the unnecessary lesson. But I just couldn't.

I didn't know what encouraged me to do it, but without even realizing, I unconsciously wrote a small sentence on the table using my pencil. So well, I could erase it later.

I'm bored.

It said, which was true. Everything was boring to me until now and I had never found an interest that could make me happy, that could make me enthusiastic to walk over the road of my life. It was all dull, gloomy, and boring.

Well actually, did this world turn into darkness or did I the one who become it?

No one knew it. Not even myself.

Humming, I moved my hand back again and wrote another sentence.

Is anyone there at all?

I huffed for the 20th times, shaping some circles with my fingers randomly. I looked back at the table, and I involuntarily gasped because of what had happened. I glanced over the corner of my eyes, looking at everyone hadn't realized that I had made some weird noises under my breath.

It was unbelievable.

Under my handwriting, there was another handwriting and I was fucking sure it wasn't mine because I had never ever written anything down after that. It said,

I'm here and i'm bored too.

What the fuck? Who on earth did this? An alien? A ghost? No way!

Looking at the handwriting over and over, I knitted my eyebrows together tightly that I thought they could become one after this because it was unbelievably - odd. Really odd. Weird. Unbelievable. Deserved an oscar even.

But after for awhile, I really wanted to scream out loud after seeing this. Screaming what the hell was happening or going on. Because of course, it was a very weird encounter if i could say.

I abruptly wrote down under it to reply.

What the fuck?

Okay, I wrote that because frankly, I'm still confused and shocked with these things. Mostly shocked.

What the fuck too?

I frowned, confused because the other handwriting seemed had no idea of what happened too. I didn't waste my time anymore, and decided to ask,

Are you a person?

No, i'm an alien.

After reading the respond, I chuckled because aliens were just a fairy tale right..? Maybe.

You're an alien, are you serious?

No, you stupid shit. I'm a person.

Rude...

Still very, unbelievably weird, but it made things more interesting than before. I pondered for a while, losing myself in my own thoughts. Maybe this kind of thing had happened before? Or was it just me and this person?

How this could happen?

I don't know, i found a handwriting on the table (yours?) In my class and i'm just bored so i randomly answered it, and then you answered back...?

You're weird anwering something like that.

The problem isn't about how weird i am, but how weird this thing could happen.

Are you seriously a person? Not a ghost?

I'm serious.

Weird.

So, are you probably in class too?

You're not using internet slang but a normal one haha. And yes.

It's just weird using them when all i do is writing not typing.

I agree though.

Ah, i need to erase our conversation, next class is coming.

Oh.. ok.

See you later?

How?

Maybe this could happen again, let's just try it.

Wait, tell me your name.

Calum. You?

Oh you're a dude. I'm Luke : -)

Ok, luke. See you later.

See you later, calum.

I think I found my way not to be bored anymore.

Well, who knows?