Dear Remiel,
It's been two weeks since the last letter. I knew I said I'll roll out with a new letter last week but I lost track of time. I had no time to sit and write either. Hope's watching a movie downstairs with her friends from school.
Yes. Friends.
The mad lad went and did it. She blended perfectly into Yodai International. She even found friends on the first day. In this letter, I'm going to tell you about Hope's first day at school. I was there to witness all of it. How? Well. I took the form of a spider (ironic considering that's the thing that killed her) and chilled on her shoulder. It was nice to see what a high schooler goes through.
Who knew that international schools were so fancy? You could find more foreigners in the school than when you walk on the streets of Shibuya. Hope didn't talk to most of them on the first day though. Her day was mainly spent with the student council president. He was a sneaky one. I swear, he gives me bad vibes.
I should probably break down the first day of school for you. It's uneventful but I have a feeling you might want to know.
The day started with Hope getting dressed in her uniform. Yes, I didn't look. Trust me, even if I were given the chance to look, I wouldn't. She's not that interesting to look at anyway. Yodai International's uniform looked pretty posh. I'm not surprised. It was expensive to attend that school. Thankfully, Hope's here on a scholarship despite being dumber than a rock academically speaking. A white blouse, black blazer with the typical sailor uniform motif, a black tie, knee length plaid skirt and a pair of loafers. Hope wore knee length socks. When I asked her why knee length, she simply said that was the only pair of socks she had on her at the time. Weird.
I would say she looked like the kids who attended the school if not for her hair. Hope's hairstyle was peculiar. Her hair was short and shaggy at the back, resembling a messed up pixie cut but in the front, it was chin length. The two tuffs of hair were tied with black ribbons. They rested in bundles next to her round face. I would say it looked off but it did give her character. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she looked cute. Thankfully, I do know better.
Oh yeah, I forgot to talk about the dormitory. It was pretty standard. It had three floors. The girls were on the third, boys on the second and the first floor was filled with basic rooms you need to live. There was a toilet and bathroom on each floor. My favourite room was the kitchen. Mainly because one of the dorm mates kept bringing home snacks and stocking up the pantry. Speaking of dorm mates, there were only two other people in the dormitory other than Hope. A bespectacled man with wild brown hair who looked like a skeleton. I've seen him stock up the pantry but I don't think Hope has seen him prior to them meeting in school. I haven't seen the other dorm mate around but I am aware of his existence.
That fine morning, we took the train to school. The trains in Japan were on a whole different level! You could go anywhere on them. I begged Hope to commute by train every day. Once we got to school, we saw the suspicious fellow. Suspicious to me but totally normal to Hope at least.
" Good morning, Miss Lesley. It's nice to have you at Yodai International High School. My name is Akihiko Fujisaki and I am the student council president. The principal has arranged for me to show you a tour of our school" the suspicious fellow spoke. He was Japanese. He looked Japanese despite having silver hair which he claimed to be natural. Though, his dialect and accent sounded way too proper. Hope shrugged it off as him adapting to the American accents of his schoolmates. What a convenient explanation.
Needless to say, Hope didn't let me speak ill of the student council president. He brought Hope on a tour of the school, explaining a little bit about the school every time we stepped into a different facility. Finally, he brought her to her classroom, Class 2-B.
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Letters to Nobody
Ficción GeneralA collection of letters about his second chance at life written by Goliad, a spirit who clings onto a girl from New Zealand named Hope Lesley. Goliad tries to reconnect with the world of the living and documents them in his letters to a mysterious p...