Look Both Ways || Mori

It had been a long day, filled with practice exams and various pop quizzes. Any student would be worn out from the mental exhaustion their teachers had caused. Surely they knew the pain that this year seniors students were going through, but they seem to not care or at least to Nagano’s knowledge. Especially his Japanese History teacher, she was a piece of work. Seemingly to always pick and torment, Naga, just like his father use to; he was getting tired of the same old song playing however and was bound to snap any day soon. You could just see it in his eyes, those beautiful brown orbs held so much hatred in them at times it was quite scary.

Walking along the various streets, he was just trying to cool off, relax and keep his composure. He didn’t need to think about her anymore, he was away from school and could just chill out for the time being. Each foot step released part of his anger, stomping around was something that was uncommon for the boy yet, Nagano knew he had to vent somehow. It was only logical to do so after all. He just thought he was lucky that he wasn’t one of those cars, he could see barely through the various tinted windows and the expressions of some while priceless did indeed justify their means. It was rush hour… Although it was quite ironic since no one really rushed in ‘rush hour’ everything seemed to move at a snail’s pace.

He was almost home, only a few blocks away now. Traffic was starting to ease up in this area however it still wasn’t the streamline flow that people were used to, it was like the river was currently blocked and only parts of a water source were flowing through yet further along the river would pick up flow once more. He needed to cross the street up-ahead, it wasn’t far now. You could say it was less than half a kilometre but the long road that stretched to the outskirts of the city seemed to just go and on. He made a quick dash, seeing an opportunity he took the risk; his dash was like a blur of movement. Naga was quick on his feet, so quick in fact he would but trip over a ditch in the road, falling over a loud thud could be heard as a groan of pain escaped his lips. The noise of his groan however wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the engine of the car that was approaching at a steadily pace. He needed to try and make movement, but his sprained ankle was but being a bothersome. It took moments to stand up and that is where , Naga’s life flashed before him—standing still he couldn’t do much else in shock of what was about to happen. Am I about to die?