It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 32: It Doesn't HURT to Join

Razor19, the pen name that surprisingly emerged as a rival when Adit and I were about to start pursuing the dream of becoming a comic writer. We feel, Razor19 has mocked us, especially Adit, anyway. Bayangin aja, at the age of 16 years he has entered the top three in a prestigious comic competition, while the two of us who are the same age just want to start.

I don't know the real identity of Razor19 yet, but from the name, I think he's a guy. Or, maybe Razor 19 is a pen name for two people, like me and Adit gini. She could be a girl, too. Still mysterious.

I got up from the fall, planning to go home. When I looked at Adit with the intention to leave, I wailed Adit smiled while staring at his HP screen.

"Damn it, Razor19, he's playing us again. All of a sudden his name appears on the list of participants when we talk to him again." Adit's left hand looked clenched right said that.

"Yes, as if he knew we were insecure because of him." I put my laptop in my backpack. "So how? Continue the list or stop?" Continue me.

"Lo bego', huh?"

"..." - ".I fell silent

I already knew that Adit would still be confident to stay in the competition. Why try it so, it is certain that he will keep registering himself.

"Alright, the requirement to participate in the selection we have to send a picture of our work, at least one picture of the character."

"That, huh?"

Eagerly, Adit said, "Okay, my malevolent momentar will finish the picture and we register ourselves tomorrow."

After all the talk was over, I decided to go straight home. We both agree on what we're going to do. Adit agreed with my detective script, he also seemed excited and impatient to make the comic picture.

The requirement to register for the comic competition is to send one example of the work of each participant, at least a picture of one character. Adit already has a picture of what character to make a list and that is not a problem for him. Entar malem if already so, he must have ngabarin me before uploaded on the website.

I paddled my bike across the highway, my feet waving casually. If there will be a school anniversary event, I believe some members of the OSIS committee are busy doing this.

Broccoli High School can be said to be serious if you take care of the birthday event, not as long as it is a school that lacks funds. Although private schools, but when it comes to school budget funds, the staff can manage it well. In addition, again fundraising activities carried out by members of OSIS every month will usually welcome students who are crazy about school activities with joy. No wonder that Broccoli High School can always make school birthdays festive.

By the way, I am not a person who actively follows school activities, I am much different from Adit who likes to participate in exculciating. As a student without any exercise, I never interfere in the preparation of school events. But I like to be enlivened by being present as a regular visitor.

My bike is getting slower because I am tired, but just broke. The wind from vehicles passing by on the highway can be felt. Birthday events will usually be filled with exhibitions or bazars and also performances of art from students who are interested in performing. As a visitor, I enjoyed it. Last year the members of OSIS have been working well and managed to make the show run smoothly, everything is orderly, hopefully this year too.

While I was pedaling a bicycle, in the distance I saw Flowers were pedaling a bicycle towards me, we both drove to each other in opposite directions and seemed to be passing.

The longer, the distance we get closer and I can see the face of the smiling Flower who realized my existence. Since we finally passed each other, I decided to stop.

My eyebrows were raised next to me as the flower continued to wiggle his bike without reducing his speed, he scolded his bike towards me while shouting, "Collision of mauutt!!"

The front wheels of our bikes collide with each other. My hands immediately resisted the effects of the collision and both my legs were trying to maintain balance. What try?

"What the hell?" I grumbled.

"Hehe.." The flowers were even whiny.

Okay, the collision was a welcome he gave me, although it was a bit rough anyway.

"Hi, yan, where are you from?" Ask Bunga with a happy smile.

Damn, he even behaved normally as if he did not feel guilty abis hit me.

"You're back at school."

"Reverse again?" I'm confused.

"Yes." Yeah." Flowers pulled his overflowing guitar bag. "Gue today was quite busy managing the band, until it had to go back and forth."

With a flat expression, I again asked the same thing. "Why wear a sports uniform?"

"Oh, this is yes." He squirms towards the clothes he wears, "Gue wants to join the volleyball girl race during the school anniversary event later. I'm wearing this because I'm going to practice."

"Oh, that's it."

Bener-bener Adit chick version. I followed the band, participated in the volleyball race as well, did not have a sense of tired like. He also seemed very excited, really like he wanted to go to training. I was told to go to participate in sports activities will certainly do it with complete laziness, if you can meet yes mending ngumpet deh. The same flower as if it were a different species like me.

"Lo's busy, aren't you?"

I shook my head when asked, then continued to say, "My neighbor, at least until my house will fall while playing games."

"Would you go to school?"

"Well?"

"Help me and I make a stand for the exhibition later. We're short of people, huh."

So frankly speaking, as if I was sure that I would be willing to help him and his friends. Yes, you know, aware that I was one of the most unemployed students at Broccoli High School when most of them were again on a busy anniversary event beloved High School, but why not just ask for help, but why not, gini is very rude.

"Why my nawarin?"

"Because you're unemployed."

I was silent for a few seconds.

"You want to?" Ask Flowers again. "For people who are not very good at getting along like you, this is a great opportunity to familiarize themselves with students from other classes."

"No, I'm going straight home."

I stepped on the bicycle pedal, and began to wiggle, intending to leave Bunga for then straight home.

A few seconds I was pedaling a bike, a few meters away leaving Flowers, all of a sudden Flowers told me. "Later to eat in the cafeteria as much as possible, really."

Instantly my tract hunter instinct was active, making me turn my bike around.

"Yuk, gas, to school." I said when I saw the flowers.

There is no harm in the time yes I once in a while fervor the spirit of Broccoli High School students getting ready for the school anniversary event. After all, I was unemployed and almost never participated in this show. Occasionally ngrasain deh.

Seriate…