You were a third year at Kunigigouka Junior High. You were a fairly good student in C class and a journalist for the schools paper, nothing was more important to you than school and the paper; so how in the hell did you manage to get yourself tangled up in some gross romantic relationship?
Throughout your year, rumors were going around at how 3E had some wizard of a teacher helping them out. A teacher that actually cared and that's how they were scoring high on tests. You wanted to explore this rumor, to see if it was true. Of course, like any good journalist you would only be taking the facts. You would not be lying about anything your hears, at least that's what you thought.
Let's start at the beginning, we'll since I'm the narrator I suppose I can start off anywhere in the story, however for you to fully understand the mess you got into I'll have to travel back to the being of the week, Monday.
. . .
"Hey Myura do you think you could sketch a new cover for the paper?" You asked Myura, the artist on your team.
"Yeah I think I can work something out...what did you have in mind?" She responded looking up from her work.
You tapped your chin and thought for a moment, then an invisible light bulb appears over your head. "You know the gossip going around about Asano and that one kid from 3E?"
"Yeah? What about it?" Myura tilted her head to the side and looked at you with her pricing green eyes.
"Well..." you paused thinking that it might sound weird if you were to ask her to sketch a picture of them about to fight with pencils.
"Uhh... never mind. I'll figure something out later. I just think our old cover is getting too... you know.."
"Old." She side smiled at me.
"...yeah." I sighed.
"Yeah, sure no problem, just let me know by Friday so I can work on it during the weekend." She replied going back to what she was working on.
"Okay." You said, scribbling another idea for your column.
You needed to come up with something fast and because you had to publish the column Friday, it didn't give you much time. Especially because it needed to go through editing, then fine printing and finally published. So technically this only gave you uniting Wednesday.
You continued thinking of an idea all day and you continuously crumbled them up minutes after writing them down. You just couldn't think of anything interesting, needles to say...you. Were. Stumped.
"Maybe you could just make something up." Your best friend Adalene, who also happened to be on your school paper team suggested.
"No way!" You shouted, gaining listening ears. "Come on let's go to the lunch hall."
You drug Adalene away and and began brainstorming ideas, or at least trying to. You knew you had an assembly to go to and that you couldn't stay long in the lunch room so you decided to grab your food and eat on your way towards the gym. You needed to be quick and sneaky so you and Adalene shoved the food up your mouths and threw the garbage away as soon as possible.
When you walked into the gym, there were many classes already lined up. As always it went from A-E and so you knew you had to pass the students everyone called delinquents. Honestly, everyone knew what they were doing was wrong, they were just to scared to really speak out. If they did they'd end up in that same class, being ineligible to get into the high school of your dreams.
Adalene scurried passed the group of students without sparring them a glance and you knew you should have done the same. You should have just followed in her footsteps, but for whatever reason, that was the exact opposite of what you did. You stopped in your tracts and looked at the mysterious class. You were in fact really only looking for their teacher, but for some reason it seemed he or she was not present.
