Stars in the Arms of Yandere.

In the early hours, when the night is still heavy on the world and the stars are quietly smoldering on the heavenly fabric, I wake up in my room like a rose petal that quietly opens its delicate petals under the morning breeze. The moon, like a bright smile, hides behind the clouds, leaving me alone with an invisible world that has just begun to wake up. My bed, like a serene sea, seems to be an endless expanse, but inside me, anxiety is bubbling, like a sea wave approaching the shore. I see my books and study books scattered on the table like stars in the night sky, reminding me that today is a school day waiting for me. Getting out of bed, I feel the heaviness of the morning, like raindrops on the petals of a flower ready to bloom in its full glory. The footsteps in the hallway sound like a melody written with sadness, and I walk to the bathroom like a wanderer looking for his way in the fog. The water in the shower envelops me like tears of sadness, mixing with my thoughts and taking all the worries far away, into the depths of the ocean. With every drop, I feel how a sad morning slowly turns into a moment of calm and concentration.... - Oh, what? Apparently it seemed. Apparently the wind is stronger than usual today. What was I thinking about? - When I leave the house, the morning mist seems to wrap its cool charm around me, like a shadow of the past following me at every step. School is waiting for me like an unknown future full of secrets and possibilities. I go forward like the sea, meeting excitement and hope, and in every moment of the morning I feel like a part of this incomprehensible world. I should stop with the lyrics, otherwise I'm constantly in the clouds, that's why I'm always in trouble. I remembered about yesterday's events and felt how the morning had become much colder. These assholes won't give me a pass from this morning. People of various professions were rushing past me: office plankton, salesmen, policemen and other members of society, like stars in the sky, were rushing past me in a crowd… The cops? The area is also wrapped with tape. A crime must have been committed here recently. I wonder what they're doing there, though what difference does it make to me. And yet, as if by chance, I approached them and tried to eavesdrop on part of the conversation by slowing down my step. "...according to them, the attack was here. At least everything went well, but you need to be on your guard. In any case, it is not worth bothering civilians yet, otherwise they will raise…- So I walked through the rusting gates, I wonder what phrase would look more accurately above them "Give up hope, everyone entering here." or "To each his own.". So I came to the entrance of the school building thinking. With longing in my heart, every school day began for me as a journey along the endless roads of high school. The path that began at the entrance to the building was like a path in a gloomy forest, where the sky always seemed cloudy, and the trees bent to the ground, as if bending under the weight of our share. When I crossed the threshold of the school, it felt like I had entered another world, like a magical portal leading to the dark realm of knowledge. The voices of the students could be heard in the narrow corridors, like the ghosts of past generations lost in this maze. The noise was heard as the noise of a ghostly wind, carrying secrets and hopes. My way to class was like a bridge over a bottomless abyss, where every step was a step into an unknown future. It seemed to me that I was carrying on my shoulders the burden of past mistakes and hopes for the future. The silent walls of the school seemed to penetrate into the very depths of my soul, revealing all its secrets and fears. When I opened the classroom door, it was like discovering an ancient secret. There was silence inside, as if the whole world had stopped. The study desks were set up like military platforms, ready for new battles and trials. Each place in the classroom kept its own history, its secrets and memories. Every day, following this path, I felt a sad sense of loss mixed with hope for the future. It's strange, but no one stopped me, maybe those hooligans forgot about me, well, or they simply don't attend school. Maybe it's for the best. I slipped into the classroom and sat on the first desk. Yes, it's far from the best place in the classroom, but at least I'm in the teacher's blind spot. Although, maybe I'm trying to somehow convince myself that everything is not so bad. And the teacher we had now was a real monster, although everything could not be so unambiguous. Lady Bitterness, like a huge icy iceberg, soared above us, her cold gaze like an icy wind pierced each of us. Her words were like ice storms, throwing us off our feet with incredible force, and we had to maneuver to avoid their crushing impact. Her rigor was like an unyielding rod, and her commands were like waves leading us to unknown depths. And although it would seem that she was standing at the stern of our educational boat, I understood that her cruelty was just a terrible metaphor for her own pain. We were victims of her own shattered dreams, her shattered hopes, and the ocean of bitter memories that she swam trying to cross. Although, maybe this woman was just a nit who hates everyone just like that, in her lessons I felt sorry for even my classmates, with most of whom we had a very cool relationship. I will not say that I was at enmity with everyone… I just didn't understand these people. You can quickly run through these rumps of society: The first. With him, it was as if he was a divine game of fate. He shone the brightest, like the sun among the stars. Always in the spotlight, like a king in his palace. But under this external whiteness there was a strange sadness, like a rose with thorns in its garden. He was like the first chord in the difficult melody of schooldays. Second. The second was a shadow of the first, like the moon that glitters the light of the sun. He is always there, but despite this, he remained in the shadows. Like a gray mouse in the corner of the classroom, he could disappear at any moment. But behind this modesty there was a deep wisdom, like a secret book with countless pages. Third. The third was like a whirlwind of emotions, like a storm at sea. Unpredictable and elusive, he changed the mood instantly. Sometimes it seemed that he was like a dog, waving his tail, trying to wake everyone around. But there was something special burning inside him, like a star in the night sky, mysterious and attractive. Fourth. The fourth was like a cold wind in spring penetrating through a jacket. He always kept his distance, like a strange traveler in a strange city. Few people knew what was hidden behind his impregnable mask. Fifth. The fifth was like a mysterious forest at dusk, full of mysteries and riddles. Always calm and invisible, like a dragon in his cave. But stars could twinkle in his eyes, like fireflies in the night, giving hope and warmth. There is still a sixth.... - Everyone can hear me, should I submit a group project by Saturday? - The teacher pulled me out of my thoughts. I nodded mechanically, so as not to incur the wrath of this monster, and throwing my textbooks into my bag, I trudged to recess. In a country where the sky was drowned in shades of gray, where the sun tried to break through the clouds, but only not enough to illuminate the days with full light, our school recess was taking place. They were like iridescent shades of autumn: beautiful, but at the same time sad. We, the students, are like leaves floating in this whirlwind of time, each with his own baggage of experiences and hopes. The school yard was the place of our meetings and separations, like an island in the ocean, where we, as travelers, rushed from one lesson to another. At the first sounds of the bell, the recess scattered through the corridors, like a quiet sigh of the wind, foreshadowing a change in the weather. Crowds of students came running like a flock of birds ready for a new flight. I was standing there, in the midst of this bustle, waiting for something indefinite, like an unfamiliar fragrance that I could not identify. But recess was not only a time of freedom, but also a time of reflection. We wandered through the empty corridors, like thoughts wandering in the mind, looking for answers to questions that had not yet been asked. Sometimes, in the silence, there were echoes of our laughter and conversations, but mostly, the break was filled with unspoken feelings and longing, which, like a shadow, enveloped our hearts. Sometimes I stopped, looking at the clouds that were floating in the distance, and dreamed of freedom, of the world beyond the horizon, of a place where time does not matter. But the sound of a new bell interrupted my dreams, like an alarm clock, bringing me back to reality. So our recess passed like raindrops on the glass of a window – beautiful, but quickly disappearing. We, like the translatable shades of the landscape, changed with time, leaving only moments in memory. And I understood that, like the sky in this country, our changes were truly beautiful, but at the same time sad and elusive, like ghosts in the twilight light. Then I suddenly felt pain, I was covered in hot tea, my legs burned relentlessly. Unable to bear it, I cursed and stared at the culprit of this event. It was a junior who, with horror on his face, tried to hide from me. But I managed to grab his hand quickly. He started to get hysterical, struggling, biting and screaming for me to let him go… Well, I let him go, though he flew face down on the track. - You're an asshole, I'll complain to my older brother, and he'll beat you for it - the little one yelled. The boy ran away in tears in a direction unknown to me, and I went to change into other clothes, since today is physical education and I have a set of uniforms with me. Coming out of the locker room, I looked around, no one, that's fine, that's good. Why have I been getting into trouble all the time lately? Hmm… Well, there is no one to complain, although in general, I think communication, and even more so friendship with me is very problematic. After all, I'm constantly in the clouds and looking at the stars. I've always wondered to myself how such romanticism and detachment combined with a strange mundanity. I remember, in elementary school, girls had one annoying custom: usually, one of the most beautiful would approach someone from the boys and say: - You're so cool, please buy a chocolate bar. - And none of the boys in love with her refused, well, before me. As usual, she came up to me, shaking her golden curls, and asked me to buy a chocolate bar. To which, I asked her, as it seemed to me then, the right question. - And why would I do that? I asked after a couple of seconds, returning to reality. - Well, to please me ... - she mumbled uncertainly. - Well, what do you want me to do? I asked her, already tired of this conversation. The girl and her friends first turned gray, and then turned purple. - A Jew, a vile, greedy, stupid Jew! That's who you are! – she suddenly screamed so that I almost bled from my ears. Hehe. Since then, this strange nickname has stuck to me. Is it a shame? Hardly. Well, at least I didn't bend under this fool. Then her "boyfriend" challenged me to a fight, as a result, he started threatening me with a plastic gun. And I just hit him on the fingers with a wooden stick. However, after that I was called to the director... it turned out funny. And each such day already made up the gray schooldays, like a page in a notebook, on which ink-stained questions that are so difficult to find answers. Time flows like grains of sand between your fingers, slipping out of your hands, leaving only indistinct traces on the checkered sheets of time… - Hey, hey... can you hear me at all? – the computer science teacher called me. Damn, I fell out of reality again and, apparently, now I was just sitting in place with an empty look. - Sorry, I got distracted. I almost whispered. - Okay, I don't really care, just take your homework from my desk and don't get distracted. – the teacher said condescendingly. It would be necessary to start studying thoroughly, at least the remaining three and a half lessons. Come on, let's go hero… In general, I've never really liked computer science, but in any case, for me, the old computer in the classroom is my ship in an ocean of boundless data. The keys, like fins, take me into a world where every bit of information is like a star in the heaven of knowledge. But this ocean is not always cloudless. Sometimes thunderclouds of code appear, and I float among them, trying not to get lost in the labyrinths of algorithms. A computer science lesson is my submarine into the world of abstractions. We rise to the surface of knowledge, but sometimes there is so little air there that it seems as if I lose touch with reality. - Damn, I was thinking again. In any case, not much time has passed - I reflected, hobbling towards the next class. It would be necessary.... Ouch. Someone bumped into me, apparently I was thinking too much and slowed down my step ... - Sorry -and, I didn't want to, I was gaping ... - I began to apologize along the path that had been laid out for a long time. - It's okay, it's my fault, I just went into thoughts for a while ... - the girl answered me. - Hehe, I understand. Okay, it's time for me to go. - I said and was already heading towards the classroom, when they stopped me again, grabbing my arm with a deft jerk. - Well, what else do you want? I said, displeased. - Nothing. (I WAS JUST DROWNING IN THE DEPTHS OF YOUR EYES.) – -What? - - I say, have you come up with the theme of the project that we are going to do? "What is it?" she asked. - What project? – - Apparently you forgot that we were told to do the project and you yourself agreed to be on my team? – she replied with displeasure. - Sorry, I forgot a little. - - Okay, it doesn't happen to anyone... - she said condescendingly - We'll meet after school, but with you the topic - she said in a voice without a shade. I went, but for a long time I felt the eyes behind me. It's already gone cold on the skin.