|....a million miles from this goal....|
Meteor ShowerHere I am.Meteor Shower by cobalt174
Fifteen years old, and a mess.
About to be sixteen, too.
I've adventured through every piece of knowledge there is in this world. Almost nothing has become fascinating.
High school has come. The IB Diploma Program has come too. Nothing was easy anymore.
No time for anything.
No time for play.
No time for adventure.
No time for art.
No time for Victini or Emolga.
No time for Dororo or Tamama.
No time for rest.
No time for peace.
No time for smiles.
I had resorted to a greyscale way of living, occasionally reading senseless content on the internet and playing computer games in every lesson.
I forgot how to smile
I forgot how to walk.
There I was, in my chair, and that was "the Cobalt".
Every day worsened.
I never went up.
I was falling, down a deep chasm.
I knew there was no hope of seeing daylight again.
So I. like always, was dazing at home one day.
And the doorbell rang.
The same, annoying doorbell tune came up.
Some folk song that I never liked.
Unwillingly, I stood up fro