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  Tu, 4/5 Tuesday, April 5th of 2016/ ???. “Good evening” Said a melodious voice. I open my eyes to find myself inside a train cart, covered completely in blue velvet. The only seats are the one I’m sitting on and the one across from me, where a portly man with a black suit, bulged eyes and a long nose was sitting; there is a table in between the two of us. Standing next to the strange looking man was another man that looked young but older at the same time; he was tall, fairly built and looked quite normal when compared to the older man, save for his messy, semi-long silver hair, pale skin and yellow eyes. He was wearing

  We, 4/6 Wednesday, April 6th/ Early Morning. I woke up slowly from my sleep to the sound of birds chirping loudly outside my window, not really wanting to remove my head from the pillow. As I looked over to the alarm clock I saw the time and remembered that I didn’t set the alarm last night and quickly got up and grabbed my stuff to get cleaned before heading out for school. I wanted to at least have enough time to avoid rushing my breakfast. After waiting for Yang to leave the bathroom, I take a quick shower and get back to my room afterwards. I put on the school uniform, before grabbing my hoodie and setting it over the school sh

  Th, 4/7 Thursday, April 7th/ Morning. We arrived to MOS after a fairly quick bus trip, so we have a lot of spare time before classes start today. Students are all talking about yesterday’s news about the crime on the jewelry store, some people really sound upset about the store owner but some others seem more concerned about the store closing down. The term “Acts of Violence” seems to have been adopted by the whole student body, prompting everybody to formulate theories and assemble conjectures about what might be causing them. To be honest, none of them sound really convincing. “Ugh, can you believe this people?&

  Fr, 4/8 Friday, April 8th/ Early Morning. Today is the Welcoming Ceremony at MOS, all first year students must assist. I decide to drop my hoodie today in favor of the regular uniform jacket. Yang made sunnyside eggs and toasted bread for breakfast. I don’t see dad anywhere. “Yang, where’s dad?” I ask. “Hmm? Oh right, you don’t know yet.” Yang says through bites. “He’s a private tutor. Right now, he’s giving physics to some college students, this year he’s working on fridays. He won’t return until seven, though.” She explains as she puts a forkful of egg on he

  Sa, 4/9 Saturday, April 9th/ Morning. I wake up completely refreshed and filled with energy. I look through my window and see that there isn’t a single cloud in the sky. With a day like this, it’s almost a shame that I won’t be spending it under my terms. I check the alarm clock and see it is only eight o’clock; I still have two hours free before I meet with Weiss at the shopping district. I put on a black t-shirt, jeans and my red hoodie and head down to the kitchen to help me a bowl of cereal. “G’morning sweetie.” Said dad from the counter, holding a large mug of coffee. “Do you feel bett

  Su, 4/10 Sunday, April 10th/ Morning. I wake up feeling rested, the tiredness I felt yesterday’s evening having left, but the memories still fresh in the front of my mind. I look at my wrist to find the red band with the silver token still on it. It wasn’t a dream, I think to myself as I recall everything that happened yesterday. I also recall that Ren invited us to the food court back in town before he left. This time I couldn’t help to feel curious; I want to learn more about this. I was right in the middle of something I cannot understand, and now there was a safe way to learn more about this “mirror world̶