Title : Dont Believe In Anything Genre : Family, Friendship, Romance Rating : General Language : Indonesia and English Theme

song : YUI Author : Amel Chan Synopsis: Human is a pupil, pain is the teacher. -Ryosuke YamadaCats: Ryosuke Yamada as Dyan patricia P.P as Aneri (Diyanus best friend) Otousan (Ryosukes Dad) Furata (Ryosukes Brother) Ishida Mura (Rival)

Ryosukey (Nick name; Key) Diyanu (out character)

SMALL TOWN
Until now I still asking in my mind, what is matter makes Mother insisted on moving to ............ Viewed from whatever side, we better stay in Osaka. Not only about the facilities that I am talking about, but most importantly my friends. The house and neighborhood where I grew up. Roads that every day I spent with friends when going to and from school. Karaoke place where almost every month we visit. Mall, parks, coffee shops, takoyaki shop. And school .... Schools that includes the people who I care about. Would you have forced me to say goodbye to it all? And she has managed to make me do it. Goodbye my happiness .... Goodbye my life .....

When a van car which's father has rental entered the narrow street and stop in a big enough house, small town that looks deserted. No barking dogs greeted them, no other vehicles that cross the roar of the place. Church bells are not tolling. Is it because now at 3 am? Silent. Everything looks like a ghost town, quiet as my feelings of alienation. How this place will be playing my fate? Two-storey house and the color of milk chocolate. Looks quite luxurious and spacious compared with other houses nearby. When set foot out of the car, I could immediately see our new yard. Manicured green grass. Some yellow flowers blooming on the edge of the grass. I do not know what the name of the flower, but looks simple and elegant. Interest was issued a soothing aroma therapy. The long journey and an exhausting night. Father and Mother soon issue items from the car. I do not want to help them. Because it is still furious with the move matter and must to start everything from zero. I held the door handle and turned it right round. The door opened. There was no smell of dust was left. I think the previous occupants had recently left the house. Living room with modern western-style chair is well suited to some French paintings hanging on the wall. I immediately left the living room and find my room. Along the way his father had always talked about our new home state. The house is spacious, there's bac kyard, there are four rooms, lounge, blah blah blah ... and the most I remember my father told me that my room in second floor of home. My eyes look for the hallway stairs and climb with impatience. In the last staircase I found only one door. And indeed it seems there's only one

room on the second floor. The door not sliding when I was creaked. My hands felt around the wall to find the light switch. The darkness makes me can not find it. I pulled the phone from a backpack that had been hanging in my shoulder. Light from the cell phone is bright enough for me to find the light switch is beside the closet not far from the door. I threw a wild view around room. The room is very spacious, two times the size of my room that first. Mattresses made tiny corner of the room. Small table and brown carpet in the middle of the room. There are two androllium flower pot near a window covered with white gordeng. A study table, a set of personal computer, eleven birds that decorate the paper ceiling. Not too much furniture bedroom and I liked the order. There was the sound of plastic breaking when i slammed the duffel bag on the mattress. Perhaps the paper chloroform purchased roasted chicken place this afternoon. I do not really ignore it. Quite tired with my psychological effort. Dim moonlight that attract me to open the window. Waw, my eyes are wide with a beautiful view of the city. Lights flicker like flickering. I could see the beach and heard the sound of waves. Why daddy did not say that there's near the beach. Then my eyes fixed on a man who walked fast and a little stumbling. Dim atmosphere made me can not see his face clearly. On entering the small yard of his home which was right beside my new house. Not yet had he would enter a lock door is already open. A man in his way as large-bodied door. "Key, you know what time now?" Asked the man without the move. "Why?! Are you disturbed?! Dislike! Want me to go home at what it does not concern you. Besides, I always go home at this hour. " Figure who called Key encourage him by force until nearly fell. After that I do not know what happened. The door closed and I became very curious. Half of four nights. It seemed natural that the man was angry, hmmm maybe he is Keys brother. What is Key really bad boy? He was the first neighbor who I see. *** May 27th Some gals of school student with dressed of the senior high school ran slowly toward school. Same with my clothes. Looks like a same school. Warm of temperatures make me pretty good mood this morning. There are three maple trees at school. Yard coated with cement and clean. The sound is not too clatter of shoes. It was not too difficult to adapt. The problem is, what I could find a friend here? Simply, do not be

too much to think Diyanu. I should immediately meet with teachers and homeroom. My mean teacher is pretty young. He said he had appointed five months ago. It could be said was still a junior compared with the other coworkers. But from his face all one can guess that he was an intelligent woman. Elegant way of speaking and his movement. Her charisma look natural. No need to pretend to be to show that he can indeed do all things. Because he had been seen like that. 2-C. Go to the 2th building, from the front door turn left and go up first stairs, take the right direction. The third sequence class is the class 2 -C. Okeh, first enter the 2th building. Seven locker welcomed the my arrival. I searched my locker number 59 and replace the shoes with white indoor shoes. Here I go! Slowly I took a deep breath while walking up the stairs. Brakk! There was a minor incident exactly five stairs not far from me. "Hey! Use your eyes! I think you should take off the thick glasses that make you more myopic. "The man looked as if dealing with disgusting creatures. He tossed the clothes touched by his opponent. Then go with kick a book which drop. Unfortunately the book hit my left leg. That man who use eye glasses did not say anything hear those words. He adjusted his glasses and picked up the scattered shee ts of paper in stairs. I picked up a thick book on my shin earlier. Help herd the remaining sheet of paper. This is not an ordinary paper. Photo paper with the targeted pictures from various places. Long I looked at a simple photo. Only a picture of a leaf falling in autumn from its branches. Image closeups with high resolution. But that leaf looks sad. Temperatures in the photo like in the winter. The death slowly. But I see that leaf seem like want not leave yet. And the tree was like do not want the leaf leaves fall quickly. Not the dry leaves. It just withered and trying to be strong to stay on the branch. Finally, with the remainder owned by staff, he can not fight fate who aborting it. I surprise because the photo in my hand suddenly withdrawn. "Thanks for helping." "Uh, iyah. It's nothing. You love taking pictures photo? "I asked as she handed me the book and other photo sheet. "No. Thank you. "He turned around and climbed the stairs, clutching his stomach. I ran to catch up.

"Wait! I am Diyanu. Call me Diyan. Please tell me where the location of the class 2-C. " He was not stopped in his tracks. "After these stairs turn right, there is a class that you are looking for." "Thank you, your name?" Actually I still remember the homeroom clues about where the class 2-C. I'm just trying to find topics for my first potential friends at school. But he did not seem friendly. "Key. Stop asking and look for your class. "He stopped, sat in stairs and waited I went from his front. Key? I like ever hear that name. But where? "Well, see you again Key." Huuffh, if allowed to be honest. Key make me illfeel. Why in this modern era he still using thick glasses that old style. Then what's with the hair? Halved and covered with hair oil is very oily. Shirt buttoned to the neck. Pants hang a little. And the perfume of his extraordinary sting. With a super-tacky style so where there are women who want to approach it. Does not he ever read a fashion magazine. Or at least watch television and see the outside world. The encyclopedia, the book that I picked up earlier. Apparently he's a very boring person. Maybe I'll find another friend only. With the remains confident I stepped into the classroom. Then a bespectacled woman, black hair that is almost equal in length with me over and held out his hand. "Are you Diyanu? I Aneri, chairman of the class 2-C. "His smile was friendly and wide. I welcome his hand, "Diyan, please your attention." "Come." She gave me the code to follow. "This is your table and chairs. And this is my place. We are adjacent. "Lucky. Aneri friendly and open. Maybe we'll fit. The students are also welcomed me warmly. Same thing with the students im my old school. Now I can breathe easily. The first day of my new school run smoothly. Next I could to school with a light. The distance from the school house about one mile. Not too far to walk. "Diyan. Where do you live? Direction here, too? "Aneri lay off his bike. "Let's ride, we go home together" He offered me sitting behind her bicycle. Regardless of whatever I was soon up and hold on. We took about a per four hours to get home.

"Aneri, lets play in my home. We eat lunch." She take the bike in front of the garage. "Tadaima!" I and Aneri enter to home, fragrant aroma of fried onions wafted from the dining room. "Okaeri, Diyan." Welcomes the return of my mother. He still uses the apron. "Ah Diyan have a new friend? "Asked Mom. "Yeah Mom, we were classmates, and also happened to my house this way, is still about five minutes left when cycling." Answer Aneri. "Dont shame to play here. My mother was preparing lunch. Well wait a little longer. "Mother returned to the kitchen. The voice sounded oil splashing noisily into my room upstairs. As expected, Aneri looks really liked the atmosphere of my room. He went to check every corner of the room. And ask questions about my life in Osaka. I opened the window, and sit in a chair that was nearby with window. Then I tried to focus the view towards the people who entered the neighbor's yard with panting, hurry? The style like I know.

Aaa Key! He's Key! The first person who talked to me this morning at school. Why is he here? Is he my neighbor? Is he the person last night, too?

Half an hour later a man boned like Key out of the house. But he does not look like Key. Her hair was messy arranged sideways, not use eye glasses, dressed in sneakers, T -shirt, dark blue jacket and jeans. "Key! Want to go anywhere else?! "The voice was raised by an angry old man who uses a wheelchair. He stuck the doorway. Manual wheelcha irs that do not allow him to leave the house. Is he Key's father? Very old, looks like my grandfather. "It's not your business." Answer Key without looking backward. *** I tried to walk into a narrow yard. But, it looks very wide yard now. By forcing myself I tried to walk toward the door and immediately up the stairs to the room. Stomach feels very sick. Joints such as running out of steam. I dropped the bag in front of the bedroom door and immediately go to the bathroom. My stomach pain if taken onc e stood. I sit, holding bathroom to vomit. The last few weeks I have often feel same like this. As this morning. Abdominal pain made me unable to stand. I sit on the steps of the school for two hours until the pain is gone. Father says magh chronic beca use my eat is very irregular. Twenty minutes later my condition had start good. I stood slowly, was still a little sick. I looked at myself in the mirror. I can see the clown in it. Hair parted in the middle and covered in oil. Bad taste clothes. Toys glasses that thick glasses tripled myopi patients. But I have to do it. Do not let anyone interfere with my life that was nearly destroyed. Appearances like this become a shield to protect themselves. Of all the things that will interfere. With this performance will not be there that want to be my friend. I do not need friends, I do not need anything other than realizing the sole ambition. It would be better if they did not notice me around them. I turn on the faucet and wash my face and greasy hair. While still in junior high school I did not look as lame as this. Same with the other children. Being a family pride by always representing the school in baseball and photography. Each followed the gam e I never hold a cup under the champion. I'm including the popular student who had many friends. But, the more friends, more often betrayed. I do not know how many girls who i ignore when they declare their feelings. Anyway, lets

forget about the past is not important. I've buried the Key two years ago in deeply. He was long dead.

Now,Key is Ugly key. People who always make angry and bad boy. But it just opinion of people who dont know anything. And will better if they not know anything. Now is time for me go to work. I use t-shirt, dark blue jacket, and jeans. Hair not with oil. Not with ugly style again. 15 minutes again my work time is start. Maybe if i run to halte bus and pick up with bus i will not be late. I run turn down stairs with hurry, daddy has wait me in front of the door. He look angry. Why every day i must fight with my dad? Key!! Where you will go?! the high voice like ussually. I ignoring my dad. Dad cant go out from home because use........... It is not your business. Answer Key without look back.

**** To be continue to part 2.....