↷ Tembelle Yuu P.
Yuu woke up early that morning, and walked to the little garden in front of her grandfather’s house and started to collect the brown turned leaves, which soon enough formed two small mountains of those who had fallen. It was then when her grandfather lurked behind the slide door of the traditional Japanese house and greeted her with his usual smile. “Good morning, my daughter,”
It happened more often now that he’d mistake her for her deceased mother, but she did not mind. Although that dazzling smile may, or may not meant for her, she was still happy to receive a familiar gesture. Being again, in her kimono, she elegantly bowed. “I also wish you the best morning, grandfather,” Afterwards, it was time for her to prepare breakfast. Her grandfather was not able to care for himself any longer, so she assisted him the best she could. Never had she saw that as a burden – in fact, she loved to be any of use for him – for the one who’d cared for her after being told off by her own father. For her, he was the only one she could go back to – even after he’d completely forget about her.
Punctually, his caretaker came for him, so that she’d enough time to prepare for school. Everything was already there on the table, ready for her to grab, even in a nice order. Something she already arranged last night. Putting on every piece of her school uniform bit by bit, not rushed so it’d fit perfectly, she took her bag and bow out politely as she went for school. Her way there was not long; nevertheless, she took her time. Breathing in the fresh morning air, she’d faintly smile while relishing the morning silence – where the hectic were still far back. This was probably the main reason for her to go into school so early.
8 o’clock
As the bell rang, she’d already been on her seat, waiting for the lesson to begin. Every material needed for the lesson already was on her table – she was prepared for the lesson to start. Although then, even before the teacher could enter the classroom, a crackling sound from the speaker had shut every talking mouth in her class – as suddenly the loud voice attacked her ears, made her quickly press her palms on her ears to protect them from the tingling sound. Even then, the voice was still heard clearly, and she grasped the message. The old school building was a building not far from the new building which is no longer being used. A building that stood empty. Something caused her Goosebumps. She could only wonder about what they’ll do there exactly.
↷ Qudella Naru
Driiiiing.
Driiiing.
Driiing.
“Ugh… please, not moa….” One skilful swing with her hand, the buzzer flew down and crushed into pieces, which finally made that petite seventeen years old girl to awake from her wonderful dreams, which caused some drool hanging out of her mouth. No, she definitely was not a morning person, how hard she might try to wake up early – in the end; she always slept through the night peacefully, through all the seven hours. It was needed to retain her energies which she used all day long after all. Nevertheless, the result for her long slumber is always the same…
“Oh crap, I am late!,” Quickly jumping off the bed after realising the time, she went for the kitchen while still wearing her night clothes (of course, with teddy bears motives on it) and arranged her bento (lunchbox) and grabbed a plain bread as then she finally realised her lacking something: Her uniform! “Ùhh… I can’t swear, I can’t swear, I can’t swear!“, she repeated a couple of time as she ran upstairs, always taking two steps as she stumbled upon her own mess. Then, she couldn’t help but sizzle: “Damnit!” As she took the initiative to use her anger for an energy boost, taking her uniform and hectically put it on.
Then, slipped into her rollers, she closed every door and finally went for school. “Don’t be closed, don’t be closed, don’t be closed,” Like a mantra, she reiterated her hope – which didn’t go to waste. The guard was there, but there was still a space. A space for her to slip through. And she managed it. “I AM IN, AHAHAHAHAHA!,” She shouted like an idiot while posing in a (kinda) cool pose as the security guard chased her into the classroom.
8 o’clock
Still in the hallways, she heard that terrific announcement, and felt nothing but excitement. Not being near any speaker, the voice of Miss Meli speaking was not as loud as it is heard in a classroom. A wide smile is showed on her small round face as she opened the class door loudly and went for her homeroom teacher, Ryosuke Taitaijou Sensei. “Sorry for the late – eh, sorry for being late! And morning! Isn’t it a lovely morning?,” She chirped while not feeling any guilt at all.
