I was seated in my chair, my head, arms, and hands resting on the desk. Sounds were emanating from my classmates, who were engaging in loud conversations, which annoyed me; however, I respect them, I simply cannot tolerate loud noises.
I am a loner, an introvert who does not engage in social activities and struggles with socializing, thus I lack friends or anyone to converse with aside from my family. In contrast, my classmates are all extroverts, and I find myself as the sole introvert in this classroom. My seat is positioned at the back edge of the classroom near the window, which I consider the best place to be.
The noise was primarily coming from the front of the room, where the three most popular girls were seated. All my classmates sought their attention, but I was indifferent.
I stood up, made my way to the exit of the classroom, and headed to the bathroom, which, by the way, was extremely dirty, resembling a garbage site, with dirt on the walls adorned with some lewd drawings, and the mirror was covered in scratches, as if made by a cat.
'Geez,' I thought.
Upon returning to the classroom, I noticed that everyone was seated properly and neatly, as the teacher had already arrived.
I took my seat, and the class continued.
Following that was the lunch break, the midpoint of the day. I left the school to purchase food, which led me to a nearby restaurant, a classic popular spot known to students where they spend their lunches, albeit a bit crowded with people. Fortunately, I spotted a table that was vacant, with no one at it, and promptly took the seat.
After that, the day progressed at school, and by the end of the day, I was walking down the streets, but.
I was walking carelessly with my phone in hand, headphones on, and crossed to the other side of the road, which was clear, but just then a truck appeared and struck me.
I was thrown to the ground, lifeless, blood splattered everywhere, and people pulled out their phones to record the incident, calling for help.
But it was futile.
I was dead.