Second Line

On the way home on the left side of street with Makoto, he decided to make a chat.

“Hey Susumu!” - Makoto who was a few steps behind me calls and reaches me and touches my left shoulder.

“what” - answer looking at him while keep walking.

“What did you think of Harumi’s presence “

“Different than I had imagined”- while looking away.

“How so “

At first, I imagined her as a girl who didn't care about anything, but I could see that she is serious when she sets out to do something and takes others' opinions into consideration besides being beautiful.

So, you like her

N-no I never said that! - I blushed.

And what did you think of Sayuri - I asked to try to disengage.

“I think she’s fun even though she’s a little shy.”

“And you, you don't like her “

you know I don’t, I already have my waifu

“He's a Hardcore otaku” - I thought in disappointment how far he had come.

We approached the intersection we normally separate from, and we say goodbye.

Bye Makoto!

Bye Susumu! See you tomorrow!

After waving at him I go on my way.

I arrive at the door of the house I put my hand on the doorknob I breath as If were taking courage and enter change my shoes I go towards the kitchen and I am greeted by my mother.

“Oh Mo-”.

I'm surprised by a woman hugging me who looks more like a young woman in her twenties.

Was my mother who always was happy and teases whenever she had chance. 

“Welcome back Susumu! Look dinner isn’t ready yet, but I will call you – her embrace was so strong I thought I'd die suffocated.”

I was finally able to breathe a little after escaping the prison of affection so I could speak.

“Okay, I'm going to my room” - I replied tired still catching my breath.

Suddenly I hear behind me the door opens as my mother says, "Welcome back!" heading towards the front door with her hands clasped together in front of her body.

When I turn around, I see my father, his name is Hideki, an ordinary man already in your forties, usually always calm, who had just come home from work, and we went to receive him.

“Thank you!” - he replied as he took off his shoes and I went talk to him opening a slight smile - “Dad, I just got home from school”.

“Right, good boy” - answered as he put his hand on my head and smiled, I felt a little embarrassed.

Enjoy while dinner isn’t ready yet and go take a shower” - she suggested as she helped him take of his jacket.

He left as if he were obeying a general’s orders and then let out a slight laugh.

Then I'm going to take a shower” - going to bathroom.

“I'm going to my room” - I said.

“Okay!” - my mom replied with a nice smile, and I walked up the stairs towards my room, threw my backpack on the floor and I fell on the bed letting a big sigh.

I closed my eyes and saw only the dark and could hear a female voice.

“Sorry.” - this word echoes through my mind and I get up scared feeling my heart race.

“I still couldn’t get over it “- I Wondered putting my hand in chest.

Suddenly my mother opens the door to my room - “Susumu dinner is ready!” - I rapidly sit and look to my mom.

“I'm already going.”

“Okay, came soon, if not the food will be cold!” - my mother said as she closes the door.

I lay down a little longer and then got up.

“I better go before I get in trouble.”

I go down slowly and walk toward the table and sit down.my dad asks me how it was in school, like I'm in elementary school, parents don’t even do this anymore, I guess.

“And how was school “

“Cool, I joined a club.”

“Club of what “- he asked.

“Literature.”

“Why literature do you want to be a writer of some specific genre of book “

“I haven’t thought about it yet, but we’ve already formed a group and we already decided the type of genre of book we are going to write and it's going to be a light novel about romance.”

“And who’s part of that club “

“Me, Harumi, a popular girl from school and Makoto that friend of mine who came a few times.

With her hands around my neck, my mom said trying to tease me - “Harumi hum so, you are already dating “

“Of course not!’ - I exclaimed and detach her from me.

While my father tried to calm things down, but gave up knowing he couldn’t.

Then my father asks me about my decision “so you want to be a writer you know it’s very hard to know it’s very hard to succeed at this, don't you “

“Yes, I know, but I must start going after my dream.”

“I agree, but you need some way to get into this job of being a writer, have contact with someone.”

“Do not worry, the school organized a competition between school that each club will compete against clubs from other schools my club will compete against the same club from other school and will have to write a novel and the best has his novel published by a famous but, the school did not authorized the teachers to say what it would be.

“Do your best even if you win or not!”

“I got this” - I said confidently.

 "Your father is right! do your best!"

"I will!" – said with a big smile.

My mother suddenly hugs me tightly - “Oh, it's really good to do what you like the most, isn't son “ - Speaking very happily. I could only say I was running out of air. luckily for me my dad noticed and warned her.

“Honey! Let him go, He's going to pass out!”

When I could be free, I give them both good night and went to sleep.

I wake up excited, but tired slowly get out of bed still anesthetized by sleep I go downstairs weighing my feet started to wake up with the smell of breakfast that flooded my mind, aroused my hunger I went straight to the kitchen, but I did noy see my mother and went look in the other rooms when I returned to the kitchen approached the table and see a note written “I made a cake is in the microwave and the coffee in the thermos.” I look at the hour and go prepare myself and eat my breakfast so wouldn’t be late and went to school.

I enter the classroom, walk towards my place and find Makoto who sits right beside me.

“Hi Susumu!”

“Hi!”

"Look here I have something interesting to show you."

Suddenly he started talking excitedly that he had something to show me as he opened his backpack that was a little bigger than normal.

“What is it ” - I asked curious.

"Something that will help us write." - said while opening the backpack.