Everyone

31 December 20XX

N/A

KOGAL

“I wanna hear the story.”

“But it makes me sick… as a human being.”

“He has zero empathy, no emotions.”

“You like all that fucked up shit?”

“Poorly-housed youth may trade sex for housing, money or drugs.”

“Her father was never good to her.”

“Now, she has little in common with the average person.”

“Her sister was kinda like a stripper at a young age.”

“She’ll close her eyes and still see his face. You know that, right?”

“Fucking nasty.”

“What were they like in school?”

“I dunno, I never met ‘em.”

“That’s not happiness. It never was.”

“Dirty bastards spread disease.”

“Don’t kill yourself!”

“There’s nuances to dysfunction.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s this place that’s messed up.”

“Inhale: I am in constant bloom. Exhale: I am enough.”

“You’re doing a disservice to humanity, frankly. You’re not doing what you need to do.”

“It’s bad.”

“Either get even, or get even worse,” Mom tells Chickarrin.

“Who are those people down there? They’re waiting for me to break down in tears!” Chickarrin writes.

“I didn’t realize I was going somewhere else,” Lisa articulated.

“High school wasn’t that bad,” Rock determined.

“I’d rather not be here,” Lisa tells them.

Chickarrin slouches. “Mou Nihongo no Saakuru ga nai. There is no Japanese club anymore…”

“I don’t wanna die,” Lisa says.

“I can’t ever be at home…” Chickarrin says.

“Take your time,” Rock says.

“You are very kind,” Jim is told.

“Thanks for playing!” the TV screen says.

“I feel powerless,” Lisa says.

“Reflect on your beliefs!” an accuser cries.

“Do you still think of me when you put that shirt on?”

“Lisa Claire Sieradski?”

“That’s my name,” Lisa S says.

“Jacob Brown?”

“Me…” Shingo says.

“Miranda Anne Fann?”

“Hai,” Chickarrin says.

“Duane Peter Swanstone?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Rock says.

“James Ethan Gore, correct?”

“Yes,” Guro-san replies.

“We were friends,” they all say.