Ichigo pov

I don't understand why but it seems like most people are the same to me. Loud, talkative, popular, and mean. They don't care what they think about others and they make fun of the people they don't even know. To me all people are the same, you can't trust all people, and that's why I keep away from them. I'm only in my 10th year of highschool and I'm still alone. I don't really care because I'd rather be alone then be with the wrong crowds.

I'd rather not get into drama either, that way my life won't be dramatic and depressing. I've been alone ever since my first year of highschool. I only have two friends from middle school but they went to a different highschool. I still talk to them a lot but school isn't the same. Its not really what you call fun anymore.

I'm not quiet or shy, I'm just...not really fond of some people and like being alone. Most popular girls have long hair and are kinda tall while I just have short hair and is 5'4. So guys don't talk to me. I walked in the school and started walking to class. There were always these groups of people that I see everyday and those are the kind of people that get late going to class.

As I walked in the class room I always saw this boy named Mitsuki. He was popular like the rest of them but somehow...he was just different. I wasn't sure why but something about him seems different.

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As I was walking down the stairs I heard two girls in the hallway, and they were talking about something until I walked to the end of the stairs. They just stopped and whispered about me then they started talking to me. "Ichigo-san why are you so pale looking I mean honestly you look like a ghost. And it doesn't help that you act like a mute all throughout the school year. I mean, look at you. No one would want to hang out with a ghost." They just laughed. Hearing things like that, I was used to. Because I've heard it so much I just don't really care anymore.

"Hey!! Just because you think she's weird and a mute that doesn't mean you have to judge her and say things like that. You can't judge someone if you don't even know them well enough. So what if she's pale just look at you two." Suddenly the girls started glaring and then walked away. I turned around to see Mitsuki.

His hair was brown and he wore glasses even if he was popular. "I'm sorry they said those things to you." He looked at me with a sort of sad look on his face. "Its okay I guess...but you didn't have to stick up for me like that." "Its the fact that I wanted to." He smiled and just walked away.

It was surprising that someone like him would help me...I never thought he would talk to me or do something like that. I started to wonder what kind of person he really was...

I was continuing on walking to class and kept thinking about what he did earlier. Once I got to my class I sat at my desk and just looked out the window. The sky was so pretty, I could slightly see the clouds moving a bit and the blue color always caught my eyes along with the sakura trees.

"Hello." "Um..hello." A girl who always sat beside me would always talk to a lot of people in her class even though she was really shy. She gets along with everyone and it looks like she wouldn't harm anyone. She had long orange hair with big blue eyes and she looks innocent.

"Um well I always see you writing something during class, um I know its none of my business but...why?" "Well most of the time I just get bored, and its fine its not really a secret anyway. Why did you ask?" "Oh um I just wanted to know..sorry." She suddenly looked away from me and just stopped talking.

Why would she apologize? She didn't do anything wrong. I wonder why she asked me. Did she always see me writing?

The truth is, I love writing. I like any type of writing. Utopia, poems, short stories, everything. But I've never written an actual story before. I want to know as much writing skills as I can before I even begin to write a story, but I only write poems. Most of them are about how I feel.

I want to learn a lot about writing so it will be easier for me to write a story. I can't really think of any stories to write because there's so many things out there that people have already written. There's so many genres and plots and different types of writing.

Ever since I was younger and up until now I always read books and stories. I was never the type to talk to anyone or play at parks. Reading and writing was what I liked the most.

"Is Ichigo here?" I looked up and saw Mitsuki standing near the class door. Everyone looked at me, I wonder what he wanted. I got up and grabbed my stuff and hurried over to him. "There's something I want to talk to you about." "Alright." I followed him up the stairs and up to the school roof. My life currently right now is full of mystery..