Your disaster

Normally, such a message of a suffering farewell is not my thing, but to this day I still don't even understand what really drove me to do it.

Like every day at school, I sat there and was bored. Leaning my elbow on the edge of the table, I listened to the roar of the room. I was certainly not in the classroom, hidden somewhere deep in my thoughts.
The teacher was chatting about English culture and taking in profound babbling. "Now shut up and listen to me," he said petty.

Nobody found his lessons particularly exciting and that's why everyone stormed outside with beaming faces when the bell rang for break.
All types of person could be met in the schoolyard:
Chicks with their dressed up girlfriends who peered across the hedge at some boys; Lovers who sat smooching on a bench and loved to catch envious glances; blasphemous girls who, united, formed a larger group and conspicuously looked over at two teachers.I hate these people. That kind of unnatural provocation.
As I huddled alone on a cold window sill and looked at my last work before the holidays, lost in thought, I followed every line with my eyes to the red corner in the lower right corner. A 3, at least.
Actually satisfying for me. But my mood fell a little when I remembered I was about to have astronomy.
I got up a little bent and sluggish. Then the bell rang again.
"Perfect timing ..." I mumbled as I left the hallway and walked into the long passage to the individual rooms.
"Sasuke, hi!" A girl greeted me. That was Sakura, a bit of a crazy freak, but otherwise okay.

She's so pretty much the only one I can half like.

Before she could start talking to me, our teacher came. The first time that I was lifted off my heart and I was able to go to class.
Because Sakura talks a lot and likes to talk, that can make ears drooping and eyes tired after a while.I sat in my seat. The chair was cold from the icy wind blowing through the open window.

It was early summer, but quite windy and cloudy.
If you looked out of the window you could already see the happy, chirping sparrows on the thin branches of the tree, which under the weight of the birds looked as if they were about to break.

Again I leaned back, this time relaxed about the wisdom of being able to go home after this hour. In order to earn this honestly, however, I eagerly answered questions little by little.
Our teacher was amazed that I took part in the class:
"Sasuke, that is a great achievement of yours that you try so hard.", He explained to me, as if he wanted to flatter me. But his words were less encouraging and so I left the classroom pissed off.
I wish Sakura a nice weekend and a relaxing vacation.
Like lightning, I rushed down the steps to the exit and was happy to finally have some time for myself.With my rucksack in hand, I strutted across the shabby garden of the school, which should have been cleaned up by the 7th grade long ago. Earthworms crawled everywhere and little mice wallowed in the churned-up earth like maggots in bacon.
Disgusted, I kept walking until I came out onto the busy street.

"Hello, sir.", The nice seller of the bistro smiled as I snapped the door behind me.
"Hey Lee, everything in the right place?" I said, beaming with joy. "Of course, and with you?" He asked me. Before I could answer, he added, "Oh, and a refreshing café."
"Oh well, I'm fine, the long-awaited vacation is just beginning." I was visibly relieved.
I waited patiently at the counter for my café. An elderly woman in old-fashioned clothes entered the place.
"Please, your café," Lee said, turning to me; "This is where the weirdest people come from ...". He turned and disappeared into an adjoining room.Perhaps he was just getting a drink for the woman who had entered, who could be a regular customer. I didn't worry about it any further and went looking for a seat with my hot mug.

There, between a lonely sitting lady who had taken her poodle on her lap and was feeding it with pieces of cake and three alleged crooks who all had a cigar in their midst and stirred up huge waves of smoke every minute, I didn't want to sit.
Today I wanted some peace and quiet and looked for a sun-drenched spot from which I could easily watch the people scurrying around with their briefcases, dragging dogs and nagging children on the street.

Every now and then I would take a sip from the strong café and look around the place.

Now a bunch of foreigners were sitting at the most distant table from me talking. It looked like they were arguing when one of the men suddenly got up and hit the corner table with his fist.Cups and glasses fell over with a clatter and the plates rattled to the floor and shattered.

- Everything was directed towards them - every one of them looked over at them.
Even Lee, who was used to arguments in the bistro and otherwise quietly continued washing dishes or polishing bottles for the display case, peered around the corner of the counter.
I looked a little annoyed and the foreigners who were gawked at paused. A woman, the only one at the table, got up, took her jacket, called out a short "Sayonara!" and disappeared through the front door.
There was an oppressive silence and a man rose as if to disturb this peaceful calm. However, he hurried to the counter beforehand to pay and then sprinted to the woman "Ino-chan!" screaming afterwards. His shoulder-length hair, which he had tied in a braid, was fluttering in the wind as he stormed out.

Lee started again to pour whiskey for the guests at the counter and didn't care about the rest of them. He certainly knew that they would no longer make such a noise and behave like the roosters in the stable.And he was right; I watched how the last ones slumped more and more in their chairs.
The looks of the other guests gradually broke away from them and from time to time the restaurant filled up again with a social murmur.

I looked at the clock. Four o'clock. If I go home at six, my kitten won't have starved to death, I thought, and sipped my café.

The life of the dead street continued to stir. End of work and everyone wants to go home.

I find it hard to imagine going back to my parents voluntarily. You will be amazed if you later read on a crowded front page of a magazine: "From bad luck raven to cash cow - a highly gifted ninja accomplishes a dreamlike change in existence!
I've always wanted to have my life taken care of, who doesn't want that ?! Everyone has had this nasty ulterior motive, whom you could bring yourself to white heat with a high position.Lost in thought, I was in the urge to keep looking for something unknown on the street and crossed the gaze of an adult on the opposite side of the street. This man kept reminding me of my own father.

I stubbornly returned his gaze. Fearfully, he pulled his petrified eyes away from me and strolled down the sidewalk.

I knocked it out of my head quickly when I had finished my coffee cup, put it at Lee's counter, wished him a wonderful day, as always, left a note and left the bistro.

Immediately a comfortably warm summer wind whipped around my ears. It had been a bit chilly in the bistro, so I was really happy to be in the fresh air.
As I walked up the street, I rummaged through my backpack, absorbed in it.
I almost bumped into a young woman and her baby carriage when I was crossing the street, the mother who turned to her child, cursing and shaking her head."Sorry, I'm sorry.", I called after her timidly and hurried to the other side before the traffic light switched to "pedestrian red". My mother would never have reacted like this ...
I stopped briefly to avoid another frontal attack and stood next to a shop window for model clothes. Now I also found my silver bunch of keys in the jumble of school supplies, documents and checkered pieces of paper.
With a quick step, I almost ran over the next traffic light and passed a narrow alley. On my left a tall building rose up into the clouds, on the right came a wide path at some point, leading into a park.
For me personally, there was a nice atmosphere here. Old grandmothers sat talking on the park benches and greeted me warmly as I passed them.
An attractive young woman, whose wonderfully smelling perfume left a gentle veil of smell of sweet strawberries and fresh peaches at the same time, came jogging towards me with her dog.I enjoyed this worry-free feeling for this not-forever-living moment.

At the end of the park came an avenue of oaks. Some hotels and restaurants were also built up again.
Party shops were not yet open at this time, but they were in operation and devoured rows of employees.

I eyed the entrance of a hotel painted white and orange.

The exterior colors ran flawlessly into one another.
Through the large lobby, I passed the reception and the toilets to the elevator. Since I didn't feel like pushing myself into the narrow elevator with the newly arrived heavyweights, I took the stairs.
My apartment was only on the 2nd floor, so easy to get to. The door lock clicked a little shakily and I stepped inside.

"Kitten, I'm back!" I shouted as I peeled off my jacket. A tiny something meowed purring in the corner, curled up on the carpet. I padded up to the ball on all fours and ran my fingers through its fluffy hair.We were in the anteroom to the kitchen.
I put my backpack aside and went into the living room to the left of the door, which I closed on the side. Everything looked cozy, even though there weren't the finest things in terms of equipment.

A medium-sized but wide television sat across from the beige sofa. In the front corner of the room was a slim lamp stand that I turned on. On the right wall there was a bright yellow shelf and other accessories were distributed throughout the room.

I let myself fall on the sofa and the purring tiger hopped up to me. He curled up on my lap and we fell asleep.

We heard nothing of the argument on the