Our Story

Chapter 1: The Literature Club I

"Ah..I can't believe I would be late!"

Running towards the school gate, I recall back the events this morning.

I woke up an hour early than usual, had my breakfast and I was sure that I took around 30 minutes or so. School doesn't start until 3 hours after the time I woke up and the walk towards school would only take 30 minutes so if I did my maths right, I would be arriving at school 2 hours earlier but why did I have to stop at the playground?!

Ah, that's right to help the kids find their missing ball. I won't question why those kids would be awake this early just to find their missing ball but all I know that because of them I'm-

No No No No! Don't put the blame on the kids! Then who am I supposed to -

"Oomph!"

"Ow..."

Thanks to my thought wandering around pointlessly, I accidently bumped into a stranger. A girl to be more precise.

Ah, what should I do? If people were to look at it at another angle, this would be considered a sexual harassment! No! I don't want my image to be ruined! This is my first day here! Oh, come on! Why is this happening-

"Um..."

"Sorry! I wasn't looking! Please don't report this to the teacher!"

"..eh?"

Looking at the girl I bumped into, she merely had a confused expression on her face.

Her face seems oddly familiar. Very familiar, but I can't think of anything about it. Her uniform is the same as mine though.

Great, I bumped into someone from this school. Just great.

"Ah...I.."

Realising that I was in fact late together with her, I grabbed hold of her and drag her all the way to the school's assembly hall for the opening ceremony.

For something like this to happen in the first day, I assumed my life would be an eventful one but to my joy, nothing happened after that and two months flew by just like that..

"Good morning, you sure came early today."

"I did? Hm, never realised that."

"Eh? That's weird. You are normally aware of the things you do."

".....is that so. Looks like you're wrong. At any rate, what is it that you want?"

It's this dream again. The usual classroom, the usual time, the usual seatings, me and her in this classroom and most of all, her smile.

I wonder why do I keep on having this dream?

"Eh? Is it wrong if I want to talk with my friend?"

"...since when were we friends?"

"Ah! I'm hurt! You meanie!"

Lies. If you are hurt then why are you smiling?

You know why.

"...ah, you don't seem to care..as usual."

I do.

"Whatever."

"Say, I'm going to wait for the others, want to come?"

"No."

Yes.

"Oh. Okay then. Excuse me."

Once more her figure fleets away from me and once more, my hand reached for that fleeting figure.