Nightcore

Nightcore
CHAPTER 1: The Story


Today is not so different from the day before.


Hey, I'm a niken, here I'm going to tell a story of a young man. Yeah I don't understand si, is this also a novel? Hehe...


His name was ando, an eighteen-year-old teenager. He was born into a simple family. Ando has a quiet nature, does not care and does not know.


As well as the lack of attention to the surrounding environment, it is no wonder that he is known as an introverted and cold man.


Ando was alone in his room. Yes, even though sometimes he goes out to exercise. Haha, well well let's start the story of ando and his friend.


At the age of six years ando left by his father, because the departure of the figure of the father, of course ando very sad.


After the departure of his father, at the age of eight years ando it was his mother's turn who went to the city to work. Ando lives with his brother and sister in the village.


The city where his mother ando worked was very far away and there was no technology, and he could not speak or see his mother.


Hah.. Anyone who is in the ando position is certainly very sad, right?, After the departure of his father now his mother went wandering.


Ando daily life in the village is not much different from other village children. Because, as a child ando only know to play and play.


In the village, Ando has many friends. From the same age to the older. At that time, Ando was in the second grade of elementary school.


Ando and his brother and sister live in a house made of wood, yes you could say the house is very old.no wonder, if many say there are creatures there.


In fact, some say that someone has seen a very terrible creature there.


I don't believe it, because personally I've never seen a creature. But, yes, maybe because the house is old, so it is only natural.


The house where you live has three rooms. Ando's room is in the middle, yes they have a private room there.


After a few years passed, exactly when ando was ten years old. At that time, his mother ando returned to the village. The return of the mother figure must have made ando very happy.


His mother brought two pieces of news, good and bad news.The good news is that his mother had gotten a job, while the bad news ando, his brother and sister had to move to the city.


Yes it doesn't sound like bad news, but for ten-year-olds already seeing the rigors of life in the city, makes it very meaningful.


Due to the new environment, ando is very nervous and lacks confidence. But, ando can control the surrounding environment.


Days change, seasons change. Ando was now in the 5th grade of elementary school, not feeling the time pass so quickly for him.


Ando has a unique hobby, namely kendo, sword martial arts originating from Japan. The time in fifth grade SD ando has not been too fond of Japan.


At the beginning of the fifth semester of elementary school, ando already had quite a number of friends that he considered good. They also think ando.


Even so, there must be someone who hates ama ando."huuh, finally it's fifth grade, fine" said Ando while heading to the local.


"Ando, did you finish the job the senior gave you last night?" iwa - friends ando.


"aa, I haven't finished working on it yet hehe.. Are you done?" ando reply.


Iwa walked closer to Ando while looking at the results for him, "already donk, good nga?".


"well, I should have asked you to make me yesterday hehe.." reply Ando.


Not all of your friends complete their tasks. Yes, those who do not complete the task will of course be in law.


The punishment given by the senior was not too heavy, they completed the sentence well and quickly.


"hahh, I'm tired" said another Ando friend.


"ando, after this there will be sports lessons. How about we get the others to play ball?" shukii


"may" ando replied as he stood up and walked towards the class to call another friend.


After finishing everything, they played ball together. It's a fun day, isn't it?, playing with friends, laughing, needing each other, sharing.


Such a life exists only in novels, the reality is inversely proportional to real life.


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