Today is just like any other.

Going to class, pretending to be diligent, leaving class, eating the same food at the same cafeteria, talking with the same people with the same topic, pretending to laugh for the sake of not making the conversation awkward, going home, working my ass off, cleaning up the shop,

the day passes me by without anything noteworthy happening.

As I close the shutter of the local pet shop I am currently working part time in, I take a look at my note to see my to-do list. Since this is friday, I can take it easy knowing that I have nothing else to do tomorrow morning and I could sleep longer since there's someone doing the morning shift for me. With that in mind, I head to the grocery store to get some instant noodles and a bottle of apple juice. The grocery shopping is probably the only thing that deviate from my daily schedule this weekdays.

I don't know why, but on the way back to my place, I start thinking about my life so far. Probably the continuation of what I've been mulling about.

My life has been peaceful. uneventful, more like. Had normal family, no brother or sister, detached from the relatives and neighbours, went to normal local school, had normal kind of friends, had normal kind of grade, joined not-so-prestigious college, studied in a generic major, and expected to have a generic salaryman's life. Realizing that, I should come to a realization that I am so plain and should strive to be unique, right?

Nah. Too much of a bother to care.

It's not like I don't want to. I'd like my life to have something special. Something that comes with a bang. Buy, y'know, working towards being unique is such a pain. Would be great if something just sort of... happen. Like getting hit by a meteor and suddenly having superpower, or getting bit by a spider and suddenly having superpower, or anything happening that will rsulting in me having superpower. Well, anything, really. Something to drag me out of my normal yet boring everyday's life. Thinking about it, my grade in chemistry is normal to good, so maybe when I get to my room my old highschool chemistry teacher might be standing there asking me to cook meth with him. Who knows, right?


On my way back, something caught my eyes as I walk by the dumpster just half a minute from my place.
There's a pair of legs sticking out of it.


So, okay. A pair of legs. White, feminine legs. White socks. Weird wooden thing being worn instead of shoes. On a closer look, it's probably Geta, one of those traditional japanese shoes thingy. The person is half buried in the pile of garbage. It's one of those recycled cardboard box dumpster, but I bet it probably stinks since it's right next to the normal ones. She wears a weird design skirt with black and red, and that's about all I can discern without pulling her out.

Too bad I can't see her panty.

I could only imagine about what happen here. Cosplay party gone wrong? I know that people sometimes dress up as Japanese cartoon characters and get-together for a photoshoot or something. Some people called it animecon or nerdfest or whatever, so this might be it. I decide to poke her leg with nearby stick, and her leg moves a bit. Right. So she's not dead yet.


I'm not sure if I should call an ambulance or not, since this is probably not life-threatening. I mean, her friend might have dunked her here for shit and giggles, for all I know. It's also too early in the night for friday-drunk-session, so she's probably not a random wasted chick finding emergency shelter.


[ ] just pull her out already.
[ ] sneak a look at her panty.