1 Chapter 1 || Dream On

As each day passes by. The more Yashiro realizes that maybe, just maybe, could she possibly avert her thoughts away from the dreaded day?

Every time she wakes up to another new day, she looks up to the sky and wonders. When could the lucky day be? Would they miss me?

As she walks along the corridors of the floor where her room currently stands, she can't help but be puzzled if whether she should be thankful or not of how her life has now been panned in front of her own eyes before her. Thankful that because of this situation, she was able to summon Hanako-kun at the old building's third-floor female toilet, third stall. And that her life finally had some spice in her life.

Her fate cannot be altered, there is nothing she could do to prevent it from happening. And that all she could do is expect the worst.

I'm helpless. Yashiro sighs, shaking her head.

I'm a lost cause already. She looks ahead.

It's like I am a war that before charging into enemy lines, my team already determined that our side was lost against the other side.

Shouldn't we be finding solutions? Even if the odds were all against us. In mathematics, there would always be a solution. So why?

In this instance, why did they just give up?

"Well, I'm not giving up on me!" Yashiro fills up her mind with determination while punching the air in this upward motion.

"Nene-chan!!" An unmistaken voice rings in her ears in result makes her jump. Ao-chan! She runs alongside Nene. After the fright, Yashiro went back to her resolve and lament.'Compared to the warmth Aoi always welcomes when we talk, I'm this pessimistic daikon.'

Aoi loops her arm around Yashiro's and dives again into the mysterious rumors she wasn't able to talk about the days before, she never has enough of it. Not that Yashiro was complaining though! She loves Aoi's trivia and intellect about stories that goes around Kamome Academy and all but, she's sort of not in the condition to listen to new rumors.

These thoughts are quite the heavy burden. Yashiro slumps, her posture leaning forward and almost falling. "WHOA--!! Hey Nene-chan, are you not feeling well?" Aoi catches Yashiro like it was involuntary. While Yashiro was swaying and recovering from the faint teeter-totter of her body, she stares at an empty space and catches a glimpse of her best friend's tuft of hair. I can't tell her what I'm thinking...she wouldn't understand even if I tried.

<swaying_daikon.exe is now thinking of how a terrible best friend she is to Aoi. GREAT!>

<swaying_daikon.exe received an item!>

<added to inventory: another awful thought to think about>

Aoi pauses right in front of the classroom labeled, 'Class 1-A'. Her face revealing worry and pity. "Y-yes. I'm fine," Nene waves it off casually. Feeling something that Aoi didn't buy her reply. "Thanks for asking." She brushes it off to conceal the mask of her hiding something.

Yashiro smiles brightly at Aoi, a mega-watt smile that could fool anyone that she was alright when in fact--

...she wasn't. AT ALL.

Yashiro stays quiet in all of her classes and barely interacted. Impatiently waiting for homeroom so she could talk to someone who could actually understand what's going on in her mind. Not just anyone, if she did that and chose just anyone, they'd look at her like she was a crazy person. Of course, Aoi tried communicating with the restless Nene, but instead of acknowledging Aoi's calls, she simply pretended to have gotten too much earwax in her ear and that she's either daydreaming of Minamoto-senpai or might have gotten her head stuck in the clouds for some unimportant reason.

Last period came up. And surprise, surprise! There was a quiz, take note of all the students groaning.

The world did not end in a bang or a whisper, but rather one scream at a time. Students scrutinized the first question on the test, realizing that procrastination ruined their lives. Others shrieked at the thought of the hours of meticulous cramming now being wasted. This was indeed the end of the world--

... at least it was for most of them.

The answer is on the tip of my tongue though I can't seem to let it out. What is it again? Erm.

Yashiro wriggled in her seat for nearly half an hour, skipping to different questions. Seeing if there was a question she recognized the answer of. Her palms were now clammy from the exerted thinking. She attempted to pull her hair like it is an immense workout for her brain roots. To many, it looked like a scene where a farmer is harvesting a field of radish.

Am I the only one who doesn't have a third eye? Because it seems like they are the only ones who could see the right answers.

I wished I paid attention to the teachers, this is always the time when we students start to slack off because it's third quarter. I depended on my stock knowledge, did I ever have any?

Tempted, Nene did sly leans to the left and right because of the inviting open-faced papers on their desks. And as she was, a shadow passed by quickly. 'It must've been an animal outside', Yashiro trying to fool herself. Since they were in line with the trees, made it not-so-peculiar. Though she wondered how large the shadow was. And what sort of animal is it to be able to hop from branch to branch knowing the fact that it was humongous, easily told by the silhouette. Big body, heavy body, right?

Time was up and Yashiro barely finished her test. Welp! She's doomed.

She peers in front of her own locker, suddenly realizing that something in there wasn't supposed to be there after all. A note. Since she was in a hurry, she grabbed it carelessly so it crumpled in the wrong places and put it in the right pocket of her skirt.

Already tired, Yashiro decides to pause her visits to the girls' bathroom today and walks home wondering how many students will nail the test. It allows negativity to pass through her and remain inside of her which is really a downer. She definitely has got a problem with that.

Nene rummages her bag only to see a shiny silver necklace, glinting in the descending sun in a slight sheen of--red?. "What's this?" Nene lays it out on her palm, between her fingers. "Hmm."

"So. Detailed," Yashiro generously gives pauses on every word, seething in the process .

It conveyed a red tag. "Ehhh." She was never into necklaces right from the start, so she chucked the accessory under a red-orange tree with its leaves up to now still descending one by one. She was too worn out to care about anything else. "Whoever gets you first'll be the one who keeps you." It's a waste if it falls into my hands, it'll never be used in its whole life of existence."

She walks into the distance. Bearing a gloomy aura.

Honestly, rather than her relaxing on that day. All she thought about was how she could explain the answer sheet with blanks everywhere to her okaasan*.

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