aerasio

Student Storyline

ONE

His name was Jan, and he didn't like it. He had a strong dislike of it, in fact, he disliked it the very first moment he heard it. Even after he went to primary school and had to use it for just about everything he still hated it. In fact, he hated it so much that he kept a small black notebook for the sole purpose of saying so. He constantly told himself how much he despised his name. "Why couldn't my good-for-nothing parents have called me something grander or cooler" he would say, "like Aragon or Terminator or even Ichigo", to him, even a silly name like Harry would be better than Jan. Some people might say that one should accept ones own name and be at peace with it, "another fancy 'zen' concept that dosen't work," he would reply "if I don't like it, I don't like it, and no amount of meditating or sitting under trees will help" Some people might call this kind of behaviour childish. Well, Jan was childish, in fact he would be considered by most to be a child, albeit one with a rather impressive vocabulary and a very sharp tongue.

He didn't look impressive, at 13 years he was skinny and barely cleared 1.4 meters of height. He wore his pants at acceptable levels and had a shirt that constantly untucked itself without wanting to. His body was small and undersized, giving him others the impression of a primary school kid in the wrong uniform. His skin was fair to the extent that many of his female classmates envied his complexion. His head was rather big and looked disproportionate and slightly larger than it should be. His face was round, almost so round as to be circular and he had an odd twist at the left side of his mouth, making it seem as though he was perpetually scowling. His ears were rather normal however and were completely unnoticable under the brown shaggy mess on his head that passed off for hair. His nose was small and had to be wiped with tissue paper constantly due to the near unceasing flood of fluid that would issue forth from it the moment he entered his classroom. The most impressing thing about him in fact were his eyes that stared with a cold, piercing gaze that made most people rather uncomfortable. All in all he made about as much impression to us as an ant made to an elephant and he was happy that way. After all, that way no one would need to know his name.

So said Aerasio at 03:45