In a town like Wakefield Town, where everyone knows everyone, that could mostly be attributed to the fact that it only had one elementary school, one middle school, and one high school. As for University and Colleges, those are attended by children who could afford it in the big city next door.
While the elementary school, as well as the middle school and high school are on one large compound, the middle school and high schools are somewhat closer together. This was once a preplanned measure in the past to account for those older students who wanted to live inside the school's boarding house. It was also to accommodate those on the outskirts of the town that lived in poor conditions.
However, times have changed. Those children grew up and moved their family closer to the center of the town. Now, that boarding house only has a little more than a dozen kids living in it each year. Most of which are the 'Unwanted'.
Children who came from a troubled home who wanted to leave, or children who were the trouble and were kicked out so they could be someone else's problem.
The schools were built in the center of the town, where most of the town reside. So, as Miles strolled towards school past the row of residential houses, more than few kids could be seen leaving their houses and doing the same.
"Mom! I'm leaving!"
A boy who looked to be around ten years old shouted from his doorway into the house before slamming the door with a loud bang. After which he hurriedly made his way down the porch steps, swiftly ran across the lawn to catch up to Miles, who had already walked past his house.
"Lee-Lee!"
The boy's crisp, and youthful voice excitedly called out to Miles as he straddled up next to him. After using his head to nudge Mile's shoulder, he said accusingly.
"Why didn't you wait for me?"
Mile's smiled and without shifted his focus from the future he reached out and casually ruffled the boy's curly blonde hair while saying.
"Good morning, Little Bee."
The boy, whose real name was Bernard Anatole, pursed his red lips as Miles ruffled his hair without looking at him, however, he didn't dodge hand. His sky-blue eyes quickly located the thing that was monopolizing his Lee-Lee's attention and immediately asked.
"What are you reading? It looks like a diary."
"Hm, it is."
Miles hummed in response before he wrapped an arm around Bernard's shoulder and leaned most of his weight against him. Being that he was only as tall as his shoulder, he was at perfect height to he used as support.
Even while leaning against the small Bernard, Miles' eyes never left the future diary.
Despite his small stature, Bernard remained steady as Miles leaned against his shoulder. Seeing that he was so engrossed in the book, he quickly became curious.
"What is written inside it? Could it be Lee-Lee's diary?"
"Hmm… Something like that. Want to see it?"
"C-Can I?"
Bernard's small eyes widened slightly.
"Sure."
Mile's stuff the future diary into little Benard's hands without any psychological burden. Those last pages that detailed his past self's good deeds of becoming a serial killer were already folded into thin strips inside the book. At first glance, one would only assume there was some mistake on the pages, and it was done like that to avoid tearing out the pages, not something that shouldn't be seen.
Little Benard's hands trembled slightly as he took the diary. Although he was wondering why Mile's would let him see something as private as a diary, he still couldn't suppress his curiosity to refuse. So, starting from the first page he began to read.
However, he quickly realized what was written in the diary wasn't some personal secret but just a recount of what his Lee-Lee had done during the day. After figuring this out, he relaxed considerably and quickly focused on reading the diary.
Like this the two silently walked to school amidst the nosy kids in the around them.
Miles didn't surround and instead continued to lazy lean against little Bernard while gently combing throw his hair. Because of the curls at the ends, it was almost therapeutic as he ran his fingers through hair to straighten them.
After a few minutes, Bernard brows couldn't help but furrow in confusion. Soon, he couldn't help but look up from the diary at Miles and ask.
"Lee-Lee, are you writing about what's about to happen at our first day of school today?"
Bernard knew his Lee-Lee was smart enough to skip grades. He went from the second grade of middle school to the first grade of high school. At first, he thought this diary was referring to his first day at middle school, but just now he read about him entering class, and after which the teacher had them introduce themselves. During this part, it was mentioned that the teacher warned them that they were no longer middle schoolers but high schoolers, and they should be more mature.
The teacher's words were written in extreme detail. In truth, rather than a diary, this felt more like story that loved padding the word count with how detail everything was. Which was why despite reading for so long, Bernard had only read just four pages. Even though there were no complicated words to confuse him, just the amount of detail forced him to read slowly.
Smell, sounds, sight, and even touch. Everything was written down in excruciating detail.
Given all of these points, Bernard could only ask Miles this question.
Miles had always been focused on Bernard as he read the diary, as for Miles 2, he had always been silently following them, seeming not to be paying attention to anything in particular.
Meeting Bernard's confused gaze, Miles nodded then softly then explained.
"It's a diary that my future self gave me this morning. Do you believe me?"
Upon hearing this, little Bernard's eyes widened once again, but he soon pouted his lips and said.
"Lee-Lee, you can't fool me!"
Miles chuckled slightly not minding that Bernard didn't believe him. Afterall, someone had told him something similar a few hours ago, he would have told them to go see a doctor.
Miles took back the diary from Bernard's and skipped to the page he had last been on. Meanwhile, Bernard forgot about the diary and began talking about what he had done over the summer break.
Miles spare some attention away from the diary to hum a response and ask a few questions from time to time.
After a fifteen-minute walk, the somewhat large school compound came into sight. At its front gate, children varied in age was seen swarming in.