As the hour struck 7:00, a digital clock resting on a small nightstand rang to life.  The slight beeping of the alarm clock was growing louder and more annoying as it performed a brilliant crescendo, waking the neighboring body that rested peacefully on the bed. On the bed laid a thick blanket, a blanket that was much bigger than the bed itself. From underneath the fortress of eternal comfort a hand came soaring, slapping down on the clock. The crescendo of a series of beeps came to a halt. The hand belonged to a boy named Kazue Hamasaki who sat up straight seconds after the alarm stopped.

Kazue sat there, still half asleep, he looked like mere ghost of himself. He mustered enough energy to flip the blanket off his lower half and move off his bed. The hard wood floor beneath Kazue didn't have heating or anything like that, so the wood itself felt like ice on the boy's freshly warmed feet. Every step he took was torture, yet, it was those same steps that helped him wake up every morning. Like every other day, Kazue went into the washroom and prepped himself for the day. After a warm shower and a bit of early morning pep talk, he made his way to the kitchen where he would find a frozen hot-pocket on a plate, ready to be heated.

This is almost routine, day in and day out he would go through the motions of the morning. It wasn't always like this, it was actually quite different a few years ago. But, after so much trauma, a few years can feel like an entire lifetime to someone. An Entire lifetime that Kazue didn't want to go back to. Mid thought, Kazue's attention was caught by that near silent tapping on the window.He saw rain drops sliding down the kitchen window, leaving streaks of water behind them that looked like small rivers. 

"I hate the rain...I guess it's going to be one of those days." He said to himself, no one else being around to hear it. His mother and his father leave for work before the sun comes up almost every day, leaving Kazue in a house to himself until 5 or 6. This will changed in a few days when Kazue goes back to school, but until then, he will just be waiting around his house. 

The wall clock in the kitchen chimed for a few seconds as 12 o'clock came around. Kazue didn't realize how much time he had just wasted doing nothing, but it didn't matter now. "I guess that's lunch?" He questioned rhetorically. He opened up his fridge to see a note on the shelf, after skimming it Kazue saw a few bills beside it. His father had decided to give him some money to go out today. After a small debate with himself, Kazue obliged his father and went looking for a place to eat lunch. Roaming around town with only a sweater, jeans and some rain boats, he'd hope to find a place that looked interesting enough to eat at.