Three Days of Happiness

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fee, actually.
The wise-cracking clown you get at least one of in every class
seemed to be thinking along similar lines. “But if I were selling the
chance to live the same life as me, you guys wouldn’t even pay 300
yen, would you?”, he said, making the others laugh.
I could agree with his thinking, but it annoyed me somewhat how
he was aware he would be worth much more than the overlyserious
bunch around him, yet had a self-deprecating laugh about
it.
Incidentally, the teacher said back then that there was no right
answer. But a right answer of sorts did exist.
Because ten years later, when I was twenty, I did in fact sell my
lifespan and receive its value.
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I thought, when I was a kid, I’d grow up to be someone famous. I
thought that I was ahead of the pack and excelled compared to
others in my generation.
Unfortunately, in the little piece of hell I lived in, boring, hopeless
parents who gave birth to boring, hopeless children were the norm,
which helped spur that misconception.
I looked down upon the children around me. I had no skills worth
bragging about nor humility, so naturally, my classmates were
unsympathetic.
It wasn’t a rare occasion that I was left out of a group, or that my
things were taken and hidden from me.