COCO'S GRAND ADVENTURE! VOL 1, ISSUE 1, "The Bad Morning"
When Cocomori opened his eyes that day, he was met with an overwhelming sense of dread.
Perhaps it was the incessant ringing of his alarm clock, which he promptly drowned out using Waterweaving.
Or maybe it was the time. He woke up forty minutes later than the time his family had assigned for him to wake. They aren’t particularly caring, so they probably just left him behind instead of waking him up. Which means he’ll have to make it to the station alone, which means he’ll probably be even more late, which means many more things he can’t be bothered to think about at this point.
Maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was the simple fact that he had to get up, brush his teeth, put on his clothes, and go to a new place with new people that he doesn’t know that filled him with such dread. Cocomori was never the ambitious type, after all, and so being surrounded by people who are likely to be more talented than he is made him afraid- not by much, but assuredly afraid.
Regardless, this must be done. Begrudgingly, Cocomori sits up, a task he found to be Herculean. On a good day, he would have started his morning with a series of Weaving exercises and physical stretches, to lighten the body. Today is not a good day. He’ll have to loosen up on the go.
Cocomori trudges through the morning. The eggs take too long to boil, so he raises the heat- but then the water evaporates. He forgets what he was supposed to bring along with him on the trip and ends up overpacking on papers and textbooks. When he finally makes it out the door, he realizes that he forgot his pencil, and so bringing all those notebooks was meaningless. He sighs, a long, exhausted sigh.
Cocomori was already half the distance away from the station. It would take twenty minutes to go back.
“…Perhaps one of my peers will have an extra pencil,” he thought. “It won’t be so bad. I’ll be fine.”
Words of self-encouragement precariously slurred out of his mouth. The feeling in his gut seems to deepen despite this.
Yet, he knows that this is something he must do. Leaving his thoughts behind, with one foot in front of the other, Cocomori moves on.