You were sitting outside your house on your front porch stairs, writing in your journal. Flowers and waves from the windy ocean nearby were heard as you wrote, and your pen scratched on paper as well, it was peaceful. Some would say perfect. You looked up for a moment to take everything in, and before you could even jolt, a newspaper flew right at your face. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry-!" A boy ran over to you, he had a bag of newspapers around his waist, and on his nametag read 'Aki'.