It's a scene... perhaps strange, uncommon. The flickering light of the lampposts, the silence, the darkness of the night, and a boy with his teacher on his back, slowly walking towards my house... certainly uncommon..
—I'm glad it's not winter right now.— I say.
—Don't you like winter?, it's a season that conveys tranquility, or maybe it's spring.— Razar asks.
—It's not that I don't like it, I like snow, Christmas, making snowmen, lying on the ground to make snow angels... I mean, at this moment specifically, it would be very cold, and walking on the street at this hour, you know..—
—Ah, yeah, today the weather is on our side.—
—..Mmmh.—
I think she fell asleep..
And in the middle of the night, on a street, with a girl who's more alcohol than blood, looking for an unknown house, it happens every day..
As I keep walking to what might be her house, a car approaches us.
—Are you okay?, do you need help?.— Asks the driver.
—Mmmmh?.. I'm fine, I'm fine, we're just looking for my house..— IA says.
—Well, if you say so... but are you sure?.—
—Yes, can't you see?!, this pervert will take me safe and sound..—
..She didn't have to say it like that...
—...Alright, then, have a goodnight..— Says the driver. A middle-aged man, he had food bags on the passenger seat, a last-minute purchase.
—Did he wake you up?.— I ask.
—Yes... damn, I should've stolen his car!..—
—That would really be a crime.—
—Asuka owns the town, no one would care... but I'm glad to see there are good people nowadays... not like you, the...the..—
—The pervert?.— I finish her sentence..
—That's it, the pervert who stalks me and makes up excuses to take me with him and take advantage of me even though I'm his teacher!..—
—Hahaha.. what's up with your imagination?.— I say with a slight laugh.
—Ahhhh!...you finally laughed!, that means you're guilty!. I knew I was right, I should call the police, or the army!.—
—IA, you should control yourself more when you drink, anyone would think you're a danger in every way.— And indeed, I've laughed several times since I saw her in the park, she must be very distracted because of her condition...
—I told you I'm not drunk!, it's... the lack of light, and I can't see well..—
—Haha, what kind of excuse is that?.— I ask.
—What do you think of this?.— I stop in front of a house with the description IA gave me...
—This what?.— She asks..
—This house, it's the only one in the area without a second floor, unless I walked a long way in the opposite direction and it's not the same neighborhood.—
—This isn't my house...—
—Are you kidding?.—
—It's not my house, you pervert who's kidnapping me!...—
—.......—
—What?, why aren't you saying anything?..— IA asks.
—Your name is written on the entrance, IA..—
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Science FictionA school story that begins with a girl walking through a completely destroyed world, trying to piece together the remnants around her to understand what happened and how everything disappeared. A narrative of science fiction and epic fantasy, center...