I'm not really sure
to whom I belong.
My heart is a 5-pointed star,
and there's only a few pieces left.

"What.... what an odd dream."

The boy sat up slowly in his bed and rubbed his tired eyes.

"A heart transforming into a star?" he questioned.

Fray, a boy with chestnut hair and golden eyes, swung his legs out of bed and stepped lightly on the floor. He pondered the day ahead of him.

"School already... summer break didn't last long enough. I was bored, yes... but at least I had my time for me and me only. No disturbances by those idiots at school..." Fray muttered to himself.

He sighed softly.

"Well, I guess I better get up and face the day."

He stood up next to his bed and stretched exaggeratedly. The blinds of his bedroom were thrown open in morning angst and he proceeded to get ready for school.

Brrrring. The not-so-refreshing school bell rang for first class of the year to start. Fray wandered down the desolate and abandoned halls, searching for the location of his first-period class. He came across one lonely door in a small hallway.

"Hmm. Room C215.... here it is!"

He tried to peak inside but the room was pitch black. He thought it odd but due to his rebellious nature, he still reached for the knob. That's when Fray noticed the odd engravement on the classroom door.

"Mizu.... ?" he read it aloud.

The engravement was Japanese kanji, a language usually foreign to Fray, but he did recognize this symbol. During his childhood he had seen it nearly every day, as it was plastered on the Japanese fish store nearby. The store was officially called "MIZU FISHES," as said by the store owner, Tomo. He had told Fray that "mizu" meant water in Japanese, and that the kanji in the store logo stood for water. The owner was a nice man who Fray visited often on his walk home from school, until the day that Tomo had to move back to Japan to take care of his ailing mother. She had refused to come to America, claiming that it was offensive to Japan to abandon her mother country.

Snapping out of his flashback, he found himself still staring at the kanji and took a deep breath.

"Here goes nothing..." he sighed.

He reached for the handle, grabbed it, and pulled down.