Revisiting those Old Memories!

"I’m Shiba, Shiba Yutaka , a middle school student with introvert personality. I miss my father whom I rarely see! He is earning currently in the US and also send us monthly allowance. I’ve a sister, who is pursuing her higher studies in Tokyo. My mom takes care of me. She's more like a friend to me. I don’t know the names of my classmates even though they’ve been in my class for all these years. Coz, I don’t want to remember their names. I don’t consider anyone as my friend, maybe because of my personality, but I don’t care. I remember, once a girl sat near my seat and tried making a conversation, but due to my impressive conversation skills, she felt utterly defeated that she changed her seat. Also I hate sports. I mean I do watch soccer and cricket, but I don’t like to drain my energy by playing them. I’m neither good, nor bad at academics. The only problem is that I feel sleepy while attempting the questions and I don’t want to stand at top of the class, coz then I’ll be a center of attention. Even my teacher doesn’t have many hopes from me. They sometimes forget that I exist in this world.

I've a very impressive skill- Imagining the extraordinary! I've a boring life. It feels like I live the same day again and again. No no no, I'm not depressed! But sometimes, I feel lonely. Not because I live in a single room for most of the time, but I want to do something that could help me and my mom. I want to make her proud.The worst that could happen to me is anxiety attacks. I don't trust humans, except for my mom and a few classmates that used to be my bench-mates."

  "I can't read this anymore! Gosh! It's so cringe! Can't believe I wrote these words!" I felt odd while reading the first page of my journal. It's been 4 years since I wrote this page. I'm going to pass my high school and would be joining a college from the next year. I wonder, how would my mom be living without me, alone in this home since dad's always a busy person and don't have the time to care about us. It's been more than two years since my sister, Yuno went missing. No one could find her. Even the police lost hopes and declared that she might have dead. But my mom believe that at some corner of this world, she's missing us and waiting for someone to save her from that dark place. Sometimes, I also miss her. I miss the days when we used to tease one another, play together and had dinner while complaining about her cooking skills! Anyways, I'm just being emotional right now. I should probably get going.

I wonder, if my life really has changed in these past years?