?When I was young and dumb,
I never really did grow out of it,
it's not like I got to grow up anyway.
Will we ever get out of this place?
Are you watching me again?
Why am I still conscious?
The love between you and Tomoe began here, or did it...
I have already been here for a week, has it really been that long? Surely doesn't feel like it, my disappointment only rises when my personal alarm clock storms into my room, to that, I just groaned and laid back my head in defeat.
"I believe 'school' starts at eight o'clock, so go and get yourself ready, for your information, it is currently six in the morning," I heard Tomoe blabber about in that seriously refined tone of his. I looked at the uniform, books and all of the essential things laying next to me. When did those get here?
No point in questioning, he bought me a cute and unique uniform that actually fits me! Is the school even gonna let me attend with a custom uniform? How would he even know which size to pick, well, that wasn't my biggest concern at the moment, I'm more scared of the students, are they gonna kill me? Will they attack me? Oh gods, everything is driving me insane, what if they start rioting because of my uniform? I'm gonna stand out by a lot, aren't I?
I picked up the pile of clothes sitting on the floor, gently unfolding them.
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(for references, let's say it was something like this. but the dress codes in Japanese schools are very strict, they don't exactly allow all sorts of accessories and skirts shorter than the knee so uh let's pretend that it has all of the requirements above, shall we?) PS: YOU DON'T HAVE TO PICTURE THIS EXACT OUTFIT, IF YOU'RE UNWILLING TO! THIS IS JUST FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY. I WON'T BRING THE DESIGN UP!
I blinked, ridding my eyes of the sleep, which previously fogged my vision. Slowly, I made my way back on to my feet.
Mornings had always been harsh on me, unwillingly having to bear the weight of the day again, most of the time, I wasn't even planning to make my way out of my bedsheets, that, or either I was, but I lacked the energy to even do something so simple.
But right now, I found that making myself presentable was my top priority, first impressions are everything, that was something Yua used to tell me all the time.
And she was damn right, nobody would want to go around acting like a hooligan in a room full of people they've never even met.
Those were the thoughts that raced around in that wrinkly brain of mine as I nervously paced back and forth in my room. This was going to be the death of me, if nothing else in this world had killed me yet, anxiously vomiting on the ground infront of everyone definitely will.
I should really stop rushing about, or else I might actually throw up, I sat down anew onto the edge of my futon, retaining that blank stare into that wall of mine, standing so perfectly in front of myself.
Before I knew it, I had laid down afresh and pressed my lips into a fine thin line, snuggling up into those cozy blankets of mine, I really didn't want to go.
But I had already decided, and that's how it's going to be.
Meanwhile I could perhaps, just maybe, harbour a few more minutes of that sweet slumber,
