It was almost the time for the clubs to dismiss, the five of us fixed the desks and chairs and gathered in the front of the classroom. In a few feet away from us, are Monika and Sayori whispering to each other. I began to wonder what could they be talking about?

A moment later, they finally finished conversing with each other, they both approached us and gave us a smile.

"Okay everyone, I guess this is all for today's club meeting. Be sure to remember tonight's assignment which is to write a poem to bring it to the next meeting so we can all share them with each other." Monika announced.

Poems huh?

Been a while since I last wrote one.

I wonder if I'm still good at it.

Monika then looks at me with a smile.

"Y/N, I look forward to see your poem next meeting!" She said.

"All right." Is all I said.

Thinking of showing my poem to her kind of makes me nervous. I mean, will I be able to impress her with my writing skills? Probably not, she's way out of my league. But I'll try my best.

We began packing our stuff and in a few minutes, we got outside the club room. The five of us parted ways and both me and Sayori walked home together, the two of us exiting the school grounds. I look towards at the sky where the sun is setting in front of us. Today is really tiring, good thing I managed to survive this day. I look to my side to see Sayori humming happily, someone's in a good mood.

"By the way! How was your first interaction with the club?" Sayori looks at me, patiently waiting for my answer.

I genuinely smiled at her.

"It went well, to be honest. Though I didn't know that Monika would be the president of the club." I said.

"A lot of people will say the same as you. She created the club because of her passion for literature, I'm glad that you're able to interact with other people despite your..... reputation." She said looking down, her expression changed to a gloomy one when she said the last part.

I look away with a frown, I don't want her to see her sad because of me. Maybe I should try and change my reputation, but will I even be able to? Mentally sighing, I look back at Sayori and stopped walking. She noticed this and stopped as well, looking back at me with a confused expression. I then lightly flick her forehead, avoiding to cause her harm. She holds her said forehead and looks at me, more confused.

"You don't have to say that in front of me, I don't care about my reputation, I don't care what other people say about me. The important thing in this case is that I made friends. So don't go worrying about me." I said walking again.

The first two things were lies though.

"What? Of course I'll be worried of you! You're my friend! Best friend to be exact." She said while walking beside me.

"Nah, only I am allowed to be worried among the two of us." I said.

She then gave me a pout and I look away with a smile. We later saw our houses in the distance, once we stood in front of my home, we gave each other our last smiles and goodbyes for this day.

"Don't forget to write your poem! Looking forward to reading it!" She said.

"I won't, see ya." I wave my hand at her and walk towards the front door.

I then noticed that the front door was unlocked. Meaning, either mom of dad is back, my hand holds the door knob and turns it. I push the door lightly and it opened, some lights were turned on signaling me that someone is here.

I removed my shoes and placed them on the side then went inside the living room to see my dad, holding and looking at some papers, a pile of it were placed on the coffee table accompanied by two bottles of alchohol.

"Uh, hey dad." I said in a monotonous voice.

He then heard my voice and looked up to see me, he just sighed heavily and went back to arranging some papers.

"Where did your mother go?" He asked.

"Out of town I guess. She said that it was for work, I don't know when she'll get back though." I said.

"Hm, I see." Is all he said.

I exited the living room and walked up the stairs, once I got in my room and dropped my bag on the side of my desk and closed the door before changing to my normal attire. After that I flopped down on my bed and let out a sigh of relief.

Today is a tiring one. I'm glad I managed to survive.

Staring at the ceiling for a moment, I began to think of many things that even I can't describe. I grab my phone and started to mess with it, looking at some apps I realized that I received a ton of messages from Sayori. Most of them were a few days ago. There was a recent text that was sent minutes ago, I then read it.

"Gudluck on ur poem! U can do it! <3"

I smile.

I'm lucky to have her as my best friend. Good thing I was blessed to have a nice friend. I sit up front my bed and stand up, sitting on my chair. I grab a piece of paper and a pen. I have to at least put a lot of effort on my poem for my club mates, especially Monika. Just thinking of her judging my poem makes me nervous. I then slapped my cheeks with my two hands together and began to think of some words for my poem.

Come on, think.

Use your brain.

I then began to write my poem, each word dedicated to what I'm feeling right now. Due to so many errors, I later ended up sleeping on my desk with a bunch of crumbled papers on my desk.

Today is so exhausting.

I woke up a few hours later, I remove my hand from my desk and rubbed my eyes. How long was I out? Looking at my alarm clock, I found out I was sleeping for two hours. It's currently eight in the evening. I then look at my poem and read it.

"Dreams"

People say when you dream big enough,
It will come true.
But their statement made me laugh,
Do they even have a clue?

Dreams are only mere illusions,
That may or may not bring us confusion.
Sometimes it's a one that seems fair,
And sometimes it's a one that scare.

You have to move to gain one goal,
Or else the only thing that will happen is your fall.
It's not bad to dream,
Just don't think that it will often gleam.

The fact that this is reality,
And it can't be mixed with fantasy.
Life is too short for imaginations our mind shows us,
So dreams are only fantasies that cannot last.

I release the paper from my fingers and let out a heavy sigh. This should do it, time to eat and hit the hay now. Standing up from my chair, I walk out of my room and head downstairs. I take a peek in the living room and saw the old man watching a show in the television. Heading in the kitchen, I began to cook my food.

Once I'm done, I placed them on one plate and I began eating. At least I know a few dishes rather than not know any. As I eat, I started to think about the poem I just wrote, thinking of it being read by Monika. I hope she likes it or at least think the poem is okay.

After eating, I wash the dishes and head back upstairs to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once that's done, I head back to my room and changed into my sleeping attire. I placed my poem in my bag, not wanting it to be forgotten then lay down on my bed.

Staring at the ceiling, I began thinking of my reputation.

They only know me for not being able to fight back when getting picked on. Which in short, I am a weakling and a coward.

A new day is ahead of me.

I close my eyes and slowly I began to fell into slumber.

The feeling is nice.

My tiredness slowly decreases.

A smile appeared on my face without me knowing.

I'm having a good dream this time.