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I’ve decided to forget words like ‘lonely’ or ‘painful’ because I believed that maybe then I would be able to live a better life.
“Geez! I’m running late!” I shrieked rushing out the front door, a slice of crisp toast dangling from my mouth.
“Be careful! Look both ways when crossing the streets darling!” shouted my mother from her spot on the balcony of the glossy red apartment.
I obeyed her and kept dashing down the sidewalk. The neighbor’s beagle chased me for about three blocks of my trip. Annoyed by the rambunctious barking, I tossed my breakfast to the dog hoping it would direct it’s attention to the toast and cease following me. My plan was a success! Half a block later I arrived at the school. I dug through my panda backpack and located the small slip of paper my with the address my mom had written before I left this morning. Confirming that this was the correct building, I stowed the paper away into my skirt’s pocket and entered it. A violent pounding sound echoed in my ears. Not only was my heart pounding from this mornings trip to school, but it was also beating fierce with anxiety.
“What will they think of me? Will they all hate me?” I surmised.
Today was my first day at the Tokyo community high school. I transferred here from Okinawa because my parents decided to open up their own coffee shop on the first floor of our apartment in the heart of Shinjuku. When I was still in elementary school I used to study in Tokyo, but then due to the fact my grandmother was diagnosed with brain cancer, my father moved us to Okinawa so we could be closer to the family if anything were to occur. Now that things have settled down, my parents moved back.
Sliding open the door to my first class, I already felt tenseness in the atmosphere. Apparently I wasn’t the only person who felt anxious.
“ Good morning! My name is Sukiko Yukiko, age fifteen, and I will be the new student attending this school!” I blurt out with as much courage as I could possibly exert while I made my way to the center of the classroom.
Silence filled the room and I bit my lip as the teacher welcomed me. Taking the empty seat near the front of the class, I already heard my name being used in conversations.
“Sukiko, what a quirky girl. She seems like a misfit, Don’t you think?” whispered someone a couple of seats behind me.
A mild feeling of pain filled my gut as I sank deeper into the olive green seat of my desk.
During lunch, a girl with silky, long, blonde hair named Sachiko asked me to sit at her table along with her friends. I accepted and plopped myself into a seat. Immediately, I felt uneasy. A pair of eyes were glaring right through me. Shaking off the horrid aura, Sachiko introduced me to the other girl sitting at the lunch table. She had vivid green eyes that gleamed brightly with a sense of intelligence and sophistication. Even more interesting was that she had auburn hair, which was a rare hair color for the traditional Japanese teenager.
“Sukiko, meet Akane Haruko. Akane is the daughter of the school prefecture’s president.” Sachiko began, “ Akane is also one of the top students in our grade level. Her test scores from last semester ranked at a three out of the school’s five hundred students.”
I chuckled because my first impression of Akane was astonishingly correct and also because her name was somewhat of a play on words. Akane, which means red, is the color of her hair, then Haruko, which means spring, just happens to be a word that pops into a persons mind as they gaze upon her eyes.
Once again, I felt uneasy. The same dark aura was being transmitted into the peaceful atmosphere. Cringing at the malicious intent that was floating in the air, the individual got closer and was coming from behind me. I let out a loud, squeaky yelp as someone placed their hands on my shoulder. “What do we have here?” a deep masculine voice questioned.
“Nothing much, we were just talking to the new girl” proclaimed Sachiko with a chipper expression.
“ Moron, I think you scared the living crap out of Sukiko. Seriously, her face turned completely pale!” sighed Akane. Akane’s sudden statement startled me. Not only because it was the first thing I heard her say, nor was it because I wasn’t prepared to see a girl from a high-class family speak in that manner, but mostly because I had no idea that all the color really DID drain from my face!
“ Really?! I’m sorry!! Gomenasai!!” he exclaimed with a brief guffaw following his words.
I turned my head, ready to give the boy an ear-full of vulgarity, but suddenly paused instead. A
light thump began in my chest. “What is this feeling?” I pondered, startled by this bizarre sensation occurring inside of my heart.
“ Hey onee-chan, you stand out compared to the other kids. I think you’re weird, but in a good way!” he eloquently proclaimed with a stupid grin on his childish face.
I ignored the remark. I was too caught up with getting lost in his astoundingly godly silver colored eyes. His eyes were far from monochrome, I honestly could swear that his radiant irises glowed with every color of the rainbow! As he turned his head to face Akane and Sachiko, his eyes displayed a light shade of an unrealistic metallic gray that I longed to indulge.
“ Sukiko-chan, this is Masaaki. He’s a second year student just like us. He’s also in class ‘2a’.” Sachiko announced.
“ Masaaki is also an idiot. He’s age sixteen; Born September 22nd, in Nagasaki. This pathetic disgrace here-” Akane paused in between her words and tore Masaaki clean off of the ground, violently shaking him to and fro to exaggerate her point, “ is the reason that class ‘2a’ is the slowest developing class in the entire academy!”
He responded to Akane with a humble whimper of agony as she slammed him against the floor, face down. Sachiko merely giggled at them and told me not to worry, ‘that this sort of thing happens regularly.’
After the lunch period of our school day was over, I followed Sachiko and the group back to class. Nothing much interesting happened throughout the rest of the day except for the small colorful paper airplane messages that Masaaki aimed at my head. It wasn’t until the very end of the day that I realized that Masaaki sat in the far left corner of the room. “How in the world could have this boy captivated me so? He’s the most immature creature I’ve ever met!” I soliloquized as I meandered the crowded streets of Ura-Hara that evening. Today was a day out of the ordinary for me. The people that I met are shockingly “different". And then that boy…
I sighed and threw my head up to the sky, knowing that this year would be far from what was expected.
 Deadstar x Assembly · Sat Jun 06, 2009 @ 07:02am · 4 Comments |
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