Disguise

"Achoo!" I sneezed loudly, feeling an unexpected chill coursing through me. Did someone cursed me behind my back?

Despite the summer sun outside, an inexplicable coldness seemed to have settled in my bones. I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing my hands together for warmth as I entered the hallway. Most students had already made their way into their classrooms, and I was on my way to my first class, wondering why this day felt so oddly frigid.

As I approached the classroom, I saw the door marked "Class C," and suddenly, a memory of Ayumi flooded back. It was really funny how small the world could feel when you met someone again so soon, but I certainly didn't mind the prospect at all. 

Sure, she might be bold and daring, but I couldn't say I hated her for it. Besides, getting the attention of a cute and petite girl was a must-have experience in high school, right?