A Sad Reality

Day 1

(3rd POV)

Once Mc and Satori got home they left to their own houses and do their homework, along with writing a poem for tomorrow.

*The next day*

(MC's POV)

The school day passes by and now I'm the club room reading a murder mystery Good Girls Guide To Murder by Holly Jackson my favorite author of all time.

Moniko: okay everyone time to share poems.

Who should I go to first?
I guess I'll go to Satori.

Mc: Hey Satori
Satori: Haiya Mc!
Mc: here's my poem.

Mc's poem:

What is love?

What is love?
Love is fragile
Something that you must be careful with..
If your not careful
Bad thing start to happen?
Love is something that can break
In.. One.. Second
'He' messed up just like 'his' friend
Now the cycle continues
Its a never ending cycle of dread
And pain
Its like a curse.
This is love
Some its a passion
Some its a curse
Its dark and scary
This is love.

Mc: I know its really bad.
Satori: Its beautiful Mc..
Like you..
Mc: what was that last part?
Satori: Nothing!
Mc: okay..?
Satori: Here's mine!

Satori's poem:

Dear Sunshine

The way to glow through my blinds in the morning
It makes me feel like you miss me
Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed
Making me rub the sleepy from my eyes.

Are you asking me to come out and play?
Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?
I look above. The sky is blue.
It's a secret, but I trust you too.

If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever.
But I'm not mad.

I want breakfast.

Mc: Really Satori?
Satori: What?
Mc: You wrote it this morning?
Satori: Maybeee...
Mc: Classic Satori..
Satori: Hehe..

I walk away from Satori and head towards Naruki.

Naruki: kinda dark..not really my type of poem. You really need to change your way of writing.
Mc: Well Naruki, not everyone writes the same, your style of writing and how you word it, is up to the person not the reader, while they can give tips they can't force the writer to change their style of writing completely..
Naruki: uh..yea.. Anyways here's my poem!

Naruki's poem:

Eagles Can Fly

Monkeys can climb
Crickets can leap
Horses can race
Owls can seek
Cheetahs can run
Eagles can fly
People can try
But that's about it.

Mc: Wow..so little yet such a big message.
Naruki: You get the point!?
Mc: Yea..its not that difficult
Naruki: Well then I guess I don't need to explain..

Naruki looks impressed and shocked.

Mc: Thank you for sharing your poem.
Naruki: same!

Naruki seems very happy and walks off to share his poem with Moniko. While I go to Yuki.

Yuki: I like it..no I love it..
Mc: hehe..thank you..
Yuki: here's mine

Yuki's poem:

Ghost under the light

The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.
Bathing.
It must be this one.
The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.
The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.
I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.
The light flickers.
I flicker back.

Mc: Impressive, I like..no.. Love it..
Yuki: Thank you dear..

Yuki walked away to share with Naruki. I head over to Moniko.

Moniko: Not bad..I quite like it actually.
Mc: Thank you
Moniko: here's my poem

Moniko's poem:

Hole in Wall

It couldn't have been me.
See, the direction the spackle protrudes.
A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home.
I peer inside for a clue.
No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.
But it's too late. My retinas.
Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.
It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.
It was too deep.
Stretching forever into everything.
A hole of infinite choices.
I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.
I was looking out.
And he, on the other side, was looking in.

Mc: Thank you for sharing Moniko, I enjoyed the poem very much.
Moniko: Thank you for also sharing, I also enjoyed your poem as well.

I smile and head back to my desk to put my poem away and played on my phone for a bit until..

Naruki: What is this language..??
Yuki: u..um..
Naruki: What?
Yuki: Sorry..
Naruki: Whatever, you really need to write properly.
Yuki: Excuse me?
Naruki: I can barely understand anything!
Yuki: Well maybe you should word things better in your poems..
Satori: Um..guys..?
Moniko: Maybe you should stop fig-
Yuki&Naruki: SHUT UP MONIKO
Moniko: ouch..

Naruki: Maybe you should write better!
Yuki: atleast I don't make people have to figure out what the point of the poem is!
Naruki: oh for heaven's sake! My poems riddle the mind! You know how boring it would be to just see the point instead of figuring out?
BORING! PLAIN BORING
Yuki: My poems-

Mc: Can you guys actually shut up, your giving me a headache.
Naruki: h-huh?
Yuki: o-oh..u-um this is quite embarrassing..
Mc: I'm trying to read thank you. Now shut up.
Naruki: But Yuki is making fun of my writing!
Mc: As if you haven't been doing the same. Look you are both in the wrong, admit it and move on, either way I wasn't a complete fan of your writing ways as well, yet did I say anything? No, also Naruki remember what I said earlier?
Naruki: yea..
Mc: Then? Same applies to you too Yuki. Just because someone writes different comparing to you, doesn't make their writing any less weird or stupid, you can't force someone to write the same way you do, unless they take an interest to.

Naruki and Yuki both look away and Yuki looks at Moniko.

Yuki: I apologize for telling you to shut up Moniko.
Naruki: I'm sorry too.

Naruki says in more of a mumble and walks to his bag and puts his poem in his bag, same with Yuki, Satori, and Moniko.

Yuki: U-um.. Mc?

I look up to Yuki and see him holding a most likely horror novel book. Yuki explains the plot of the story without actually giving much spoilers. The. I head to the closet and see Naruki struggling so I helped him out a bit.

Soon enough it was time to head home, so Satori and I grab our things including grabbing the book and manga, both Yuki and Naruki gave me, and headed home.