《SPECTRUM!!!》


 PROLOGUE

    PROLOGUE


    Remember when you were a kid, right? Remember those trips the School would organize to ¡®Broaden¡¯ your understanding. Well, honestly I never went to them. All the time, my parents would be able to talk me out of it. Saying things like ¡®There are gonna be all kinds of dangerous Insects¡¯ or ¡®I heard that people in that area were contracting a disease of some sort¡¯.


    Whatever it was, I wasn¡¯t really a social kid. I never joined any club, and even though I did have ¡®friends¡¯ I never felt an attachment to them. It may put me in a bad light, but they never just understood me, and it was more of a work relationship.


    I also moved a lot, many times to Europe and back to my home in Asia, more specifically Pakistan.


    Maybe that was a bit early for it, but I didn¡¯t mind their company, but I still had to fake my smile and laugh. I also noticed that all the friends I made, were greatly influenced by me, to my utter shock.


    For instance, I had moved to England, and the one friend I made was quite an energetic Kid. Later on in our ¡®friendship¡¯ I introduced him to a Gaming Console, and video games in general. He became hooked. He became the kind of person who didn¡¯t think twice of buying a new console, despite it being the exact same as his previous.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Later when our Family moved back to Asia, I still followed him on social media. In a few months time, I began to notice that he was becoming obsessed. He bought things I couldn¡¯t dream of. I was sad, since I never wanted to encourage his behaviour.


    I know, that I can¡¯t say anything against the way someone chooses to live his life, but when you realize that you had a negative effect on someone close to you, it places great guilt on you.


    Still, even now I accidentally persuade someone to do something, without intending to. Perhaps, when I realized that, I became increasingly quiet and kept to myself. I now, don¡¯t have a single person to call a friend, I¡¯ve become the person everyone forgets.


    It¡¯s sad, since my brain fully understands myself, and realizes that I should be a tad bit more ambitious. I think of myself as someone cruel, for I purposely don¡¯t let people close to me. I know that I should live without regrets, I¡¯m young, and shouldn¡¯t think so much about everything.


    Sometimes though, thinking that makes me light headed, and gives me courage to do dangerous things. That might not be a good thing, but it¡¯s nice to be able to do what you want with no worries.


    I am fully conscious in that time, but perhaps not in control.


    Being reserved, is what keeps me in control. I¡¯ve begun thinking of myself as something dangerous, but still every now and then, I loose control. Completely on choice.


    Mine is a tough situation to understand, and I probably don¡¯t want anyone to understand it, but that¡¯s not something I can or want to control.


    Sorry! I worried you too much about this, but introductions are in order. My name¡¯s Blake Graser, the only thing that is cool about me. My current status, 15 years old, insufferable coward currently on my own, on a plane, to a city in Japan, Henshitoshi. Pleasure to meet you.


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 CHAPTER 1.1 | The Coward, and The Blogger

    CHAPTER 1.1


    The Coward, and The Blogger


    Maybe, It¡¯s just me or the atmosphere of this plane is much, much more quiet, than I first expected. Rather, it¡¯s better than what I¡¯ve been told about planes. I realize that people generally are the ones that discourage someone. Not a problem, at least in my case.


    I can see, why people would be troubled by that but I¡¯m just too different to be affected by the norm. It¡¯s strange that I¡¯m the one saying that, but in all seriousness, I feel a barrier between me and most people.


    Still, I¡¯m not reserved, and perhaps that¡¯s why, I¡¯m here on a plane to Henshitoshi.


    My town was too small for an Airport, so I had to travel a fair distance, before I hit the nearest Airport. How fun the journey with my friends was, and now I¡¯m stuck sitting next to a coward, for 5 hours. I¡¯m not the kind, with tonnes of social positivity, so I generally don¡¯t like overly afraid, or weak people.


    Still, I find that this guy is a little too strong for a coward. First observation was that he was tall, nearly 6¡¯ft.


    His clothes were all normal, with nothing telling him apart from the other passengers, but his slender legs, perhaps ended that distance.


    I couldn¡¯t tell the color of his eyes, perhaps because his hat covered it, but I tried to get a glimpse of his hair, turning out to be black. First, I was hoping he was an interesting person too, but he¡¯s a simple coward. I can¡¯t seem to grasp what he¡¯s afraid of though.


    More so than anything, Cowards try to scare who they are talking to as well. Ever since I started talking to him, he¡¯s been talking about all the recent terrorism in Henshitoshi, apparently it¡¯s an abbreviation of a word which is supposed to mean ¡®Land Of Eccentric People¡¯. I don¡¯t think he is Japanese. His skin is a few shades too dark and his eyes are different.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    I¡¯m not Japanese either, I came from France, because my Uncle invited me, and I didn¡¯t really do much research on this. But, let¡¯s just say that a coward¡¯s words are very convincing. Uhh, I¡¯m starting to feel a tad bit scared, time to change the conversation.


    ¡°So, where are you from?¡±


    ¡°G-Generally speaking, nowhere¡±


    ¡°Eh, but what¡¯s that supposed to mean?¡±


    ¡°I lived in England for a while, I¡¯ve also spent time in France, Wales, Italy, Switzerland, Abu Dhabi, America, and was born in Pakistan¡±


    ¡°Wow! So can you speak French?¡±


    ¡°Sorry, but I lost track of languages, having to force multiple into my tiny brain¡±


    ¡°Well, t-that¡¯s alright¡±


    Seeing the Kid make an unfortunate face, she realised that she should introduce herself.


    ¡°Well, I¡¯m from France, spent my whole life there. I am heading to Henshitoshi, since I gained a scholarship through my uncle at a school¡±


    ¡°Oh, w-wow, that¡¯s much better than me!¡±


    ¡°Why what are you here for?¡±


    ¡°Well, I wanted to learn more of Japanese culture, so applied for a local High School, and live here for a few years¡±


    ¡°...¡±


    I-I, that was not expected. Someone as multicultural as him being so cowardly is an even bigger surprise than I was thinking of receiving. Well, let¡¯s- wait a minute, I forgot to ask the guy of his name.


    The food trolley came round to us and handed the boxed meal, it was ok, honestly not bad, wonder how much money these guy¡¯s make.


    ¡°So, what¡¯s your name, I¡¯m Ellis Franches¡±


    ¡°Blake Graser¡±


    And I choked on my food.


    ¡°S-someone help. S-she¡¯s choking, wait hold on!¡±


    He pushes me back upwards from my crouched position and it works! I get one, shocked look at him, he has purple eyes, wait a minute purple! Surely not!


    Wait-wait. Blake Graser was that famous child writer, more importantly he was a millionaire, what the hell! What is someone like that doing, being so scared. Wait, so that means he¡¯s fifteen! He definitely doesn¡¯t look it.


    Wasn¡¯t expecting to be so disappointed of someone looked up too, well maybe I can find a way to ¡®borrow¡¯ his money...


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