Chiyoko POV

"You fit right into this class. Thank you for putting up with the boys' stupidity all lesson." Sensei smiled. 

"It's hard but I'll manage." I laughed. "Bye Sensei." I smiled, leaving the room and joining the three muskateers.

"Let's go!" Afuro yelled again and dragged me to god knows where.

(After school)

I started to walk home. 

"Ne! Chiyoko! Wait up!" Reina shouted running to catch up with me. I turned around to see a very happy blue haired girl running towards me, a tired looking Hiroto chasing after her. 

"Hi. What's up?" I asked her as she reached me. 

"You left this in Media apparently. Afuro asked me to give it to you." She spoke handing me my watch. I took it and smiled. 

"Thanks. This is precious to me I'm glad he noticed it. See you tomorrow then Reina."

"See you Chiyoko." I turned and left while putting my watch back on my wrist. 

It was very precious. My brother gave it to me before he passed away. He was two years older than me and always helped me. The watch was a silver metal and very comfortable. I wore it everywhere I went. I took it off in media because every time I moved my hand the sunlight would reflect into my eyes or Afuro's so we both got annoyed with it. 

I started to walk home, my headphones in my ears blasting every song on my phone. I finally reached my house. I took my shoes off as I entered my home. 

"I'm home!" I shouted, not expecting an answer. My father was either passed out drunk, or at a pub getting drunk. 

He's been having a tough time ever since my brother passed away. And he's pretty much always hated me because mother passed away during my birth. He never truly cared about me. And  find myself hiding in my bedroom most of the day. Luckily, now I had the numbers of all my friends, I could at least call them up to talk if I needed to. But none of them knew my situation. 

But I knew I would have to tell them soon enough. 

I walked to the shrine for both my brother and mother. I shakily rang the bell and looked at the picture of the two of them. The smiles plastered on their faces. 

I never really knew my mother. But I knew she was an amazing woman because of the stories my brother would tell me. 

My father pretended to care but I knew he didn't. He would often scowl at me as I sat here and prayed to my deceased family members. He hated when I did this because "It should have been me who died." And I believe it. My mother was beautiful and I wish she could have carried on living. 

I finished and stood up again, walking over to my window, that looked over my street. I sighed when I saw my drunk dad stagger up our drive. I made my way to my room and shut myself away in there. 

I wondered, how long will I be able to keep this a secret from everyone.