The Real RPG of Life Series: Memoirs of Friendship [FIN]

Chapter 13: Birthdays and The New Girl (Chris)

It was that time of the year again. I only got reminded of it early this Friday morning while my uncle and I were having breakfast. I was browsing through my NET messages, checking for any of Natasha’s messages.

“Do you plan on going today?” he asks me, picking up the newspaper beside him.

“Go where?”

“It’s my sister’s birthday. Don’t tell me you forgot, Chris?”

“Oh, so that’s today, huh? It totally slip my mind.”

He slightly flips the top of the newspaper forward seeing me eye to eye saying, “She misses you a lot. I would know.”

“I’ll… think about it.”

While taking a shower, I try to put back together piece by piece of what I still remember about her. She passed away when I was still 7 years old, leaving me alone in the care of my uncle. It’s all because she had to take me to school that day even if it meant she had to hurry to her work afterwards and be caught in an accident.

All I could remember after that was I cried a lot. I cried first thing in the morning lasting all throughout the day. I stopped going to school for a while, and when I decide to go back, all except for one welcomed me back; that was Sara. That’s all I remember up to this day.

It’s almost 9 years from now, but what happened afterwards seems blank to me. Leaving the shower, as I dried myself up and wore my NET back, I receive a message from my uncle.

[Uncle: I’ll be leaving work early later, I’ll just see you there.]

“I never even said I’d go.” I scoff lightly.

I carried these thoughts in my head all the way to school. On the way there while boarding the train, I decided to call Natasha.

[Call ‘Natasha’.]

[Calling… connection rejected. Try again later.]

“W-what?” I tried calling again and still, the same answer. I called a third time and decided to not call after this.

[Calling… connection failed. NET address not found.]

She must’ve turned off her NET after calling her that many times. I must’ve pissed her off. We did agree we would keep calls to a minimum. Now I have to figure out how to apologize to her later. After arriving at school, just as I was finished wearing my indoor shoes, Sir Hank approaches me as I was about to climb upstairs.

“Ah Chris! Good timing.” Sir Hank had that smile that meant he had work for me to deal with.

“S-sir?” I was confused, as always as there was no telling what he has in store for me.

“Come with me to the principal’s office.” The principal’s office huh? It doesn’t sound good at all.

While we were making our way towards there, I look at him and ask, “Um… why are we going there?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Upon arriving at the principal’s office, Sir Hank knocks three times in the door and we both entered afterwards.

“Sir Dilan? I brought the student.” Sir Hank talked in a polite manner. I never thought he’d be able to talk like this.

“Oh, I see. So, you’re Chris Pearson huh?”

I step forward and replied, “Y-yes sir. I am.”

“I see, it’s nice to see you again.” The principal gave me this weird smile, as if he was familiar with me.