Hi, my names Seth, Seth Armil, but I don’t matter that much. I’m just a regular kid with a regular life, theres not much to it. 

I walked down the school corridor. 

Y’know my life doesn’t get much more than what it is right now. It’s pretty bland. 

I waved to Miss Hewer as she strutted along to her lesson.

But I’m not complaining, I like my life like this. I don’t need to stand out or have a socially-deemed interesting life to enjoy my life. 

“Class 101, my class..” I muttered to myself, pushing my palm against the door. I calmly sat down at my desk and rested my bag against the chair leg.

Life being quiet is all I’ve ever known, and frankly I don’t want it to change. I don’t like new experiences, I’m certainly not much of an ‘adventurous’ person. But it’s cool. Who needs to go on wild adventures when you could just sit back and chill for the rest of your life, get what  I mean? 

“Who can tell me what x equals in the equation 3x - 5 = 13?”, the teacher inquired. I raised my hand. 

Like, I get some people want to adventure but why put so much time and effort into something when you could just like, not? Like get out of bed and all but why spend so much of your life endangering your health and saftey when you can have just as much fun safely in a relaxed environment.. I don’t get it. 

“Yes Seth?”

“The answer is 6, sir” 

“Correct!” 

But my opinion doesn’t matter, unless your willing to risk it all for the media, none of your opinions on anything matter to anybody, well, anybody besides yourself..

Again, not that I care that much, I’d rather not have to pretend my life is perfect for the attention of others, just to put others down because they feel they ‘need to be like me’. 

The bell rung. The end of the day. 

Finally. I like the quiet life, and so I deeply hate school. It’s like another one of those popularity contests where people compete to feel the most loved because they aren’t validated enough by the ones they love. The truth behind it all is depressing and I’d rather not trap myself into that endless loophole. 

My steps echoed into the night as I tread the final steps over to my apartment complex reception. I wished a goodnight upon the receptionists as usual, and headed into the elevator, and pressed the number 9.

Within seconds of walking into my apartment my head met the soft surface of the sofa, and as I rubbed my sleepy eyes ready to give into the urge and fall asleep right then and there, I watched as a teal glow engulfed my body. And just as I was about to blame it on the immense fatigue I had over my body.. 

I fell.