''Bye, see you tomorrow'', my colleague says smiling. 

''Yeah, see you'', I answer as happily I can. But it's difficult. In front of me lays a huge mountain of paper and it's my duty reading it. I swing my feet onto my desk keep staring at the punishment of choosing this business. Is it really that bad becoming a teacher? I have my doubts. Maybe the other teachers just gave me their duty, too, because they tought I wouldn't realize it. It's slightly impossible that so many students would be in only one class. How should I organize something like a lesson? Suddenly I just feel like a normal student. The most on this school aren't much  younger than me. Evil world!

''I can't stay here and read it!'',I say to myself. But it's not easy taking a freaking bunch of paper with you if you just got a small bag. I am pushing as hard as I can but it won't close. Thank you! So I just leave the building with a open bag while every minute a few papers fall out and I have to get them like a jerk, but it's ok. The taxi drivers are hating me today. No one is stopping just driving past. These.....Assho-... Be quite... they are humans, too. I end up with taking the bus. And it's always late. The driver is looking at my bag and send him the think-what-you-want-but-leave-me-alone gaze. I just wanted to take a taxi. Of course two stations later the bus is crowded. And my bag is being kicked around. Sorry, but I can't hold it, it's far too heavy! They look at me like I did lay it there on purpose. Yes, of course! Call me taxi, if you want meto go away! Nothing is holding you back. I don't know how I made it to depart out of the bus...., no, I will call it escape. From here on I have to walk more than one mile home. And here isn't any taxi. This world can..... my.... no, stay calm. I just know something, I hate this bag. When I start walking I can feel it's far to heavy.... no, not far.... more than far! After more than twenty minutes I can finally see my house. It's standing on the top of a hill and I believe I have become an old woman. When I arrive in front of the house my neighbour comes to help me.

''Wo- hohohow.... Pooohh! How did you make it carrying this bag so far?!'', he wonders when I hand it to him.

''Don't ask me.... I tought I'd die before I even made one single footstep'', I answer rubbing my aching shoulder. 

It is nice to know that somebody is watching you. My neigbour always does. Not in a creepy way! But I have to admit it sounds a little bit strange when I say he knows when I am finish with work. 

''Should I put it on your table?'', he asks and I give it a slight nod. Then he's gone. There are so many things I would have liked to tell him but now I am alone. I sit down in front of the TV watching the news while running my fingers over the carpet. I have a sofa, but I never sit on it. Maybe I should cook something..... no, eating alone is so..... boring. The news aren't good. Japan still have some problems with the atomic reactors and hurricanes are destroying some citys in America. Its' good to be here. I open the door to my garden and look down at the city. It's really beautiful.... I mean nice, alone is everything nice, but not beautiful. Maybe I should cut the gras again. W-.....What's that? There is something laying into my garden. It's too dark to indentificate what it is. Omo! I run back into my flat and get a pocket lamp. Where did I leave it? What if it disappears during that time? No, I have to hurry! After I found my lamp I go back to the garden. 

''Hello?'', I say, but nobody answers.

''Hello?...'', I ask louder but still no answer. My heart beats fast when I walk to that thing. What is it? I turn it around with my feet and-....! 

''OMO!!'', I shriek loudly and cover my mouth '' Omo omo omo..... why why?!'', maybe I behave like a little child but what would you do if you see a boy laying in your garden with frazzled clothes. I run back a few footsteps start to glare slightly at him. How did he get here? This can't be possible! 

''Omo,....wae! Wae~ wae~ wae~?!'', I'm nearly before crying. Why my garden! Is he dead? Please, no!

''Wae~~?'',I yummer while stepping to him and push him again. He doesn't move. What should I do? What should I do?! Aigoo~! 

I walk into the flat quickly keep asking myself if I should call the police. What if they asperse me? -What's that sound?Rain?... Omo! I look out to the boy. He's getting all wet. What should I do? Before I was able to think about it clearly I stand up and pull him into the livingroom. He's got a face like a puppet. Soft. Fragile. Flawless.  Where are his shoes? He doesn't look dead tho... more like he's sleeping. Is he a runaway? There is some mud on his clothes. Now I'm here in my flat with a boy I've never seen before in my life. Does he breath? I hold a finger under his nose to feel his breath. Thank you god! Thank you! I am nearly before crying again. Thank you for saving this boy's life with a tatoo in his arm bed..... a tatoo? What's written there? B124AP224? What's that? What does that mean?.... Phhh... these young guys. Oh, there's a necklace. I take it and turn around it in my hands. Suddenly something shimmers. Something is written on it. 

ZELO

''Ze... lo?'', I am wondering myself when he suddely moves a bit.