August 1990.

  Billy's time: the path of a normal life, always closely iwined with the artist's life.

  The basic at aure csses are progressive, ranging from memorizing different words not only used by Ameris, to pinpointing the most relevant aspects of speech. It's abnizing ats and distinguishing speech patterns from ions or tries.

  That's why his school week starts on Saturday m. He has to extend his days as much as possible, and the outes depend on how well his activities progress.

  "Have a good day at school," Thomas Carson said from the car. It was a sleek 1989 BMW Coupe Series 3, a rich blue color with nice tours. He retly acquired it, leaving behind his previous car model.

  The young people passing by certainly cast envious g Mr. Carson's car.

  The small ics business he had initially set up in his remodeled garage was left behind when they acquired the rge plot of nd in North San Jose. Now, they had three cars: a cssic 1970s model, a blue and gray Ford Mustang, and an everyday van used for transp materials and supplies.

  Today's schedule included advanced math in the m, advanced Spanish, geography, political sce, and physical education. It was a schedule any student would envy. Among the first details to unicate were the minor ones.

  -Father, I'll be out a bit ter today due to extra basketball practice, - Billy said.

  -How much ter? - Thomas asked.

  -Until 4:00 iernoon, - Billy replied.

  Thomas checked his wallet and took out three ten-dolr bills.

  -Take this for lunch. Have a good meal and catch a taxi home when you're done, - Mr. Carson casually suggested.

  Sihe business started flourishing, those 50 dolrs turned into pocket money for the Carsons. Billy had 20 in his pockets, set aside to buy lunch that cost 4.99. Now, it seems he has 30 more.

  -That's what I'll do, Dad. Although I'll be at the pany. I o finish detailing the 'Neon Genesis Evangelion' ics, - Billy said.

  -I'll tell Ao give you a ride home, son, - Mr. Carson said.

  -Thanks, Dad! See you in the evening, - Billy excimed.

  He rushed to his first period of school, the 0th hour, from 7:00 AM to 8:00 AM, and then from 8:00 AM to 9:00 AM.

  -As usual, he found the entire senior css. There were almost two groups of 20 people, all mixed. Senior-year trigory, nothing I like more, - Billy thought.

  Csses be somewhat refreshing when you focus and shed the weight off your shoulders. It was a ce to refresh his knowledge. Among the subjects he struggled with were math, history, and natural sces. The day breezed by, and lunchtime arrived quickly.

  He bought the generich from the cafeteria and a Coca-Co from the vending mae. Nowadays, the Copany is a massive busihat sells all kinds of beverages, but in 15 years, it's likely the pany will have doubled its current size. He sipped to quench his thirst. California doesn't experience chilly winters, but the heat tends to be relentless.

  -You should pay more attention to your surroundings, Billy. I reviewed your essay, and it's fine. We'll present it on Thursday, - Alice said, proudly wearing her cheerleader uniform today.

  -Great, see you on Thursday, - Billy replied.

  Taking a sip of his Coca-Co.

  -Here's the cold guy again, fetting my presence, denyihe pleasure of a good versation. I saw your dad's car today. It's nice. My brother asked for one for Christmas, but our parents denied him, - Alice said.

  -I don't know the price of the car. I hope he got ohat suits him. I'm going to buy something from the cafeteria. Do you want something to eat? - Billy asked.

  -I'm full, lunch was good. But... let's go, - Alice replied.

  -Let′s go. – said Billy.

  -Let's get something to eat,- Alice charmed her way into standing up, her almost poetic charm now making sense as to why half of the school was obsessed with this blonde.

  -What's up, boss? - Walter, the cook with es to his cousins at T-box Burger, greeted them.

  -Alright, Walter, I'll take two chi sandwiches and two chocote bars, - Billy said.

  -Ah, and a bottled water, - he added.

  -Sure thing, sir. It's all set, but sir, do order the beef ohey're fresh, I made them myself this m, - Walter whispered secretly, only heard by Billy and Alice.

  -Make it two beef ohen,- Billy amended.

  -Alright, sir, that'll be 8.35, - Walter said with a smile, his , white teeth gleaming.

  -Keep the ge, Walter, - Billy said, handing over a 10 bill.

  -I'm not allowed to take tips, young sir, but thank you, - Walter replied.

  -Fair enough,- Billy said, taking his ge and handing a chocote bar to Alice, who silently examihe exge.

  -Thanks for the chocote, although I doubt I handle such a big bar, - Alice said.

  -Whatever, -Billy replied, digging into his food. He knew he'd have to hit the gym soon, although that would e a lot of time he didn't have right now. For the moment, school was enough.

  -You're a jerk. See you in css, and try to say hi at least. It wouldn't hurt to be more friendly with others, - Alice scolded, walking off briskly to somep the school.

  Walter was right; the sandwich was indeed fresh, the meat still juicy. The iioween cousins and siblings were pretty much the same. The csses of the day were geography and political sce, long educational sessions about everything one should know about the Uates, and global political cepts.

  Oher hand, physical education with the basketball team was a lengthy and exhausting session of physical exercises, followed by gym time. Should he use the school facilities more often?

  A 15-minute jog, some cardio activities, and ball handling were on the agenda. He didn't participate actively in the scrimmage. C his physical education requirements by assisting with the volleyball, basketball, and dance clubs was the smartest way to graduate.

  "Our friendly match is in a week. Make sure t a ge of clothes. It'll be at tral San Jose High School. You all head home to rest," the basketball coanounced.

  Billy stayed behind to have his physical education pletion form signed.

  "Give me a moment, young man. I don't have anything to write with," the teacher replied to Billy's request.

  "Don't worry, teacher. I've got ht here," Billy said.

  "Ah, you spare me the trouble," the teacher responded. "See you week."

  A long day, but the exercise cleared his mind. He felt renewed, with more energy. He now uood the small pleasures of life. He felt he had enough energy to finish the first five volumes of Neon Genesis Evangelion.

  Now he could create some intriguing subplots for Neon Genesis Evangelion. Spin-offs were a smart way to expand an IP.

  To sum up, Billy's day at the art academy, expin some system details and showcase the new series that might hit the ss in winter.

  ...

  this is another chapter of this series, I have other stories in development that I write when this story doesn't flow so much, I don't know when I will publish them, but, they are being written.

  I hope everyone is well, happy beginning of the week.