[hider=OOC Note]For simplicity's sake, all of Jímiyu's thoughts are going to be in English. That's not to say he's actually thinking in English; it's just a narrative thing.[/hider]
[i]Another sleepless night. Not an uncommon thing for someone like me, I guess.[/i] This was thought that ran through Jimmy's mind as he sat in his bed, gazing outside. It was bright and sunny, a direct reflection of how he DIDN'T feel. He did pay my credence to the feeling. Being a resident at Open Roads for at least a year now, he had hoped that the sleepless nights would have lessened; they didn't. [i]Doesn't matter.[/i] He turned to look at the clock on his wall, seeing that it was 9:47 A.M. He knew he was going to be late today, on top of missing out on breakfast. Not really caring about either, je got ready for the day ahead. He walked to the sink in his bathroom and cleaned his face. When he looked back at himself in the mirror, he looked like a dead man. [i]How am I going to explain this?[/i] "Chochote... (Whatever...)", he said to himself. With that, he threw on his old green fatigue blouse, grabbed his backpack, and went on his way. Next stop, English class.