Jeez, there’s more than twenty minutes before homeroom starts and the plebeians are already chattering. Every time everyone is yammering about what they did on their day off. But it seems the gossip today is different from the usual. Some new kid is coming into classroom 2-B.
“I hear he’s never been to a school before!” one girl in the corner exclaims.
“I hear he’s a real scary guy.”
“I heard he’s super cute!”
“What do you think, Mirashi-san?” one of the chattering girls addresses me.
“You’re the reason Dad died,” I mutter to Naho while gritting my teeth. I can’t stay here like this or I won’t be able to control myself. I storm out of the dining room and head for the front door.
“Sorai!” Mr. Murakami yells out to me.
I don’t know my way around, but anywhere is better than that house. Sister? Yeah, right. To even consider her family is absurd. If anything, she’s taken my only family away from me. I spot some tall buildings in the distance and head in that direction.
“Naho! Are you alright?”
“Naho, what happened?!”
Classmates crowd around me as I walk into the classroom, asking if I’m alright.
“I’m fine. I wasn’t hurt,” I reply.
I made it through the accident with only a scratch, but others weren’t as lucky.
We bury him under the apple tree we always picked apples from after a long, hard day.
Dad was a hard-working farmer. He and I lived on his farm for as long as I can remember. Two days ago, after we finished digging up all of the potatoes, he leaned on his shovel and breathed a long sigh while looking at the sunset. The light orange glow cast a long shadow over the land. A light chill carried the fallen autumn leaves across the field. When darkness finally covered the farm, he spoke:
“My son, a failure like me can’t teach you much about life. But if I can leave you one piece of advice, it’s this: ‘Don’t lose your honor.’”