Living monotonous in a Novel Universe

Chapter 2: Shoujo is...cringy

After the hair issue of Artemis, I let them have a bath first while I cooked for breakfast.

I cooked omelet rice with bacon. In my past life, I was a rice lover. How can I be satisfied with just a toast and egg? I would certainly collapsed with hunger.

Everyone needs enough energy; I mean I need enough energy especially in this novel universe full of trope. Just thinking about it is stressing me out.

I looked at my uniform with disdain. The design is good actually.

The black long sleeve has a white lining in the pocket, hand cuff, and a line in the button. The inside blouse is colored white.

There's also a black tie with white linings. But the thing that I hate about is the skirt. The skirt is short, above the knee. The color is black and have two white horizontal linings near the end of the skirt.

The uniform that I am using is my big sister. Big sister is already in college and pass her uniforms to me, but why the heck is the skirt so short? I mean the uniform is not that bad, but the skirt is... seriously embarrassing to put on.

Back in my past life, my uniform is nothing but plain and the skirt must be below the knee.
It was forbidden to have a skirt above the knee. Is this what they called anime logic? Is there a part of the world who uses such inconvenient skirts where a blow of a wind can seriously makes underwear visible and nonetheless, this thing is called a school uniform.

I sighed to myself and just wear it. For extra skin protection, I wear a long black sock and wear a black short under my skirt, it's not like girls wouldn't wear shorts especially in a short skirt like this right?

After we have breakfast together with my little siblings, we walk out together to school.

The twins have gone first to the school because they still have things needed to be done early.

The time is 6:30 a.m, so, I have still time to send Alvis to the nursery home. Others may think, 6:30 a.m is too early, but it seems like even without my past memories, my habits are already integrated with my soul.

In my past life, we start our class around 7:00 a.m. When looking at other countries, I'm quite shocked they started around 8:00 a.m. The only time where I can change my class schedule is when I'm in college, but in high school, it is already in a fixed time.

In this current life, the class started at 8 a.m. which is great, but it seems my habit waking up at 5 a.m. stays within me.

I walk together with Alvis to the nursery home for around 10 minutes. I kissed goodbye to my youngest brother, and he kissed me on my cheeks while waving back. I feel like I am blessed with life.

I walked on the road to my school and saw a girl running on a distance with a toast on her mouth. She looks as if she is going to be late. I looked at the clock and it's still around 7 a.m.

The girl wears the same uniform as me, except her skirt doesn't have white linings. The grade in our school is categorize in different levels. Middle school starts from Grade 1 to Grade 6; High school starts from Grade 7 to Grade 10; and Senior high school starts from Grade 11 to 12.

Looking at her uniform, she has plain black blouse, plain black tie, and a single white lining in the black skirt which means she is a high schooler. I have white linings in my uniform with 2 stripes in my skirt that signifies I am a Senior High student.

Different levels of grade have different uniform design, not only that, but every season also have different design uniform. Now that I think about it, it's very inconvenient where each level and season have different design of uniforms.

It also cost a lot of money to change uniform every grade. Anyway, what the heck with this logic?

I really want to facepalm myself, thinking what drugs the person took who design these uniforms and having these complicated ideas on a freaking school uniform.

Looking at the running girl, she has a bright pink hair reaching the middle back, big pink eyes, and have a red bright ribbon on her hair. Looking at that ribbon in real life in front of my face, it looks very cringy, but who am I to judged?

I am in the other side of the path, so, I can saw a boy who is walking towards my direction. The girl is running from the right, and the boy is coming in my front direction.

Collision is inevitable seeing how both of them didn't see each other because of the corner. And everyone, this is where a shoujo manga starts.

"Kyaa!" the girl squeal as she bumps the boy, resulting to the girl to fall in her bum.

"I-I'm sorry, are you ok?" The boy reaches out as he looked at the girl.

Both of them watch each other as if the world has stopped between them and then a light blush started to dye their cheeks. Imaginary flowers started to bloom, and a strong wind blows the petals of the fully bloomed Sakura towards them.

"....." I can't believe this thing is happening in front of me.