Kodo's Notebook - Entry 0

The day started like any other, with the sun streaming through my window, casting its golden light across my room. Mom greeted me with a smile and handed me a new notebook, saying it was for my thoughts. It felt nice, like a piece of the day made just for me.

Breakfast was the usual: eggs, toast, and a side of quiet conversation with Mom and Dad. They don't say much, but I can tell they care. Dad gave me a nod of approval when he saw the notebook, like he understood the importance of having a place to put your thoughts.

School was... school. The halls were noisy, filled with the usual chaos of teenage chatter. I tried to blend in, but it's hard when you're the only one who can't speak. The bullies made their usual appearance, taunting me with their words. But I've learned to ignore them, to focus on the things that matter.

Outside, I found solace in the quiet moments: the rustle of leaves in the wind, the distant sound of traffic. It's in those moments that I feel most at peace, like I'm a part of something bigger than myself.

The sky outside my window is painted with streaks of orange and pink, the last remnants of daylight fading into darkness. I can hear the faint sound of music drifting through the air, a comforting melody that fills the silence of my room. It's my favorite song, the one that speaks to me in ways that words never could. As I listen, I find myself lost in the music, the rhythm pulsing through my veins like a heartbeat. It's in moments like these that I feel truly alive, like nothing can touch me, like I'm invincible. With a sigh of contentment, I close my eyes and let the music wash over me, carrying me away to a place where the echoes of the day fade into the gentle embrace of night.

As the day comes to a close, I find myself here, pen in hand, trying to capture the essence of it all. The words don't come easy, but that's okay. This notebook is for me, a place to put my thoughts and feelings, to make sense of the world in my own way.

But there are also the things I don't write about: the ache in my chest when the bullies mock me, the longing for a voice that will never come, the fear that my powers will one day consume me. These are the things that linger in the shadows of my mind, the things I keep hidden from the world.

And yet, despite it all, there is hope. Hope that one day, I will find my place in this world, that I will discover the true meaning of my existence. Until then, I will continue to fill these pages with the echoes of my thoughts and dreams, a silent testament to the journey that lies ahead.

Until tomorrow,

Kodo

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