Konomi turns around and stares blankly. People rarely ever approached him.  '<i>Are they talking to me?</i>'' He points to himself then shakes his head. It's rare that anyone would talk to him, let alone approach him. Though it was clear to his sister and his parents why they were different, Konomi couldn't understand.<br/><br/>"<i>Mommy? What do you mean by different? Sure I'm short but I'm not the only kid at school. WHy don't people like me?" His mother yanked her hand from his.<br/>
"Do you see our skin?! How oblivious can you be? We a different."<br/>
"Kids at school have different skin colour from each other. Why does that matter?" His mother starts to walk away from his in disgust.<br/>
"You are such a stupid child."<br/>
</i><br/>"You're talking to me? My name is Konomi! It nice to meetcha!" He says loudly. Some people glared across the courtyard. Of course Konomi didn't care.<br/>"Did you hear those weird noises earlier?"