I woke up to my alarm buzzing, quaking my bedside table as I tap the off switch.

My head is pounding, and the room is spinning; this is the worst hangover I’ve ever had.

Trying to ignore the pain, I stumble over to my bathroom but can’t resist the urge to vomit; I knew I shouldn’t have have gone on a drinking rampage last night but it beats staying home.

After getting ready for school, I look at myself in the mirror. I am wreck.

I walk to school alone, a clear 15 minutes from my house where I live with my dad.

You see, my name is Hiro and I’m an 18 year old guy, a 3rd year in high school, this is my first day at my new school… in the middle of the school year. I don’t want to go to this school, to be honest I rather go out drinking again to keep my mind off things, but it’s better than staying home with my dad, he’s a ****.

Back to the reality of things, my head still hurts and I can’t concentrate on shit. I just entered the school doors, I barely know any of these kids, except for the handful that went to my middle school.

I saw this girl walk up to her locker, she was pretty, her hair touched her waist and she had these beautiful eyes, all the other students around her looked at her like a Goddess; so I walked away calmly, I don’t feel like getting involved in any of that.

“Hello! You must be the new student Hiro Daichi, I’m this schools Female Class President” said confidently by well groomed girl.

I stood and nodded my head

“I’m Aki Ayame, and I’m so happy to welcome you to our school” she said with a smile on her face.

She handed me a sheet of paper which had my scheduled classes and locker combination on it, then walked away. I couldn’t even manage to say a word.

Here’s the issue with me. I get so nervous when it comes to speaking with people. I simply can’t do it, well not anymore, I can barely look people in the eyes and that’s something I hate about myself, because it shouldn’t be an problem, yet it is.

The bell rang, and it’s time for class. I swear, today better be a good day, but from the pounding in my head and nausea; today is going to be shit.

My first class of the day, with many students I don’t know, the teacher in this class Mr Fujiwara, sat me next to this boy, Ren Takata.

”Hey! I’m Ren Takata, I haven’t seen you before so are you new?”

I said nothing.

”Uhm, since your probably new, you probably haven’t joined a club, so I just wanted to let you know that their is a position in art club, which is the club I’m in”

I gave Ren a blank smile without making any eye contact, I felt so bad about it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

Why didn’t I say anything.