PIKKO(E)のストーリー [Pikko(e)'s Story]

Rie's Backstory: «eRa 00.1» (pt. 1)

It had been nearly two years since the prince and princess first met, but the memory of that fateful day was still fresh in their minds.

As they sat on the prince's beautiful but simple styled bed, the sky outside was pitch-black and the temperature was frigid.

It was just the two of them, having a one-on-one conversation that seemed to last an eternity.

After all the ups and downs, the princess's heart was finally ready to confess her true feelings to the prince.

She had gone through so much, facing trial and error in the quest for love, but she knew that she was ready to take the plunge.

The sound of the wind outside brought the princess back to the day when she first laid eyes on the prince, as they were grouped together for a social assignment on algebra.

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Madame Persemericana, the 65th math educator, came up with the loveliest class activity for the period.

"Okay class, since our day is longer than usual, we must initiate today's plans," the educator began.

Throughout the class, there were different opinions, some who were not interested in participating, some who were confused, some who were ready, and one who just didn't feel like moving.

No one had asked why they were acting the way they were. A local teenage society like theirs could never do that. Those days, teenage peasants, princes, and such would stay in their own space.

A dark gray fog filled their minds as the day rolled on. A problem that seemed to last for a while, as irritating as a pimple.

Nothing could change the bad weather inside her head.

A board filled with bold words of excitement and social engagement squeaked by.

"Since today is the Wesenthday, we will all engage in a SocialMinds special togetherness game!"

Students were very neutral, but most were willing. Anything to get out of a "homework" assignment containing complicated numbers and methods that one is required to memorize for 4 years, and onwards if they choose.

"Hey Emerale, you wanna partner up?" says a close friend of the princess.

"Absolutely, girl!" she replied.

The activity required groups of four. Almost every table was filled. Except for one, the boys.

This table unintentionally broke the educator's custom rule of "2 girls and 2 boys per table," but she remained calm and passive through it all.

The fogged-up individual stood alone, with no choice but the 3-foot table.

"Please, please, take this one for today hun," the educator insisted.

To start, the students had to introduce themselves in an appropriate manner.

Every table lit a spark of conversation. One went on about makeup, what trends were in and what were not. One brought up football, sports, why this "Bullfrogs" team should have won against the "Bronchers." One brought of the musical taste of a rapper, Scoop Dogg's scrumptious ice cream based off of his best selling album, who slayed the charts and who didn't.