The Dark Hour

Chapter 4

Recap

"Actually, I'm new here so you should probably ask someone else." She said and quickly gone back to typing in her phone.

"Uh. Well, thanks anyway." I said without waiting for her reply. Talk about awkward~!

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I opened the door of the Faculty Office ten minutes before homeroom starts well, I'm going to meet a homeroom teacher so I don't think I will be in any trouble if I were to be late.

Now, how did I get here without spending the whole day, you ask? Well, instincts I guess?

Actually I saw a hallway right in front me after I talked to pigtails since I didn't know her name, I decided to call her pigtails because of her hair. So, I walk to that hallway and the first room you'll ever see there is the Faculty Office. Yay, my instincts!

Our homeroom teacher isn't that hard to find since she's the only one in the room. Thank God, she's just my gender. Or, it will probably be awkward if it was a male, we're alone in the room at all.

"Um," I cleared my throat. "Excuse me?"

She looked up from her papers and exclaimed, "Oh!" She abruptly stands, her light brown hair swaying with her and holds her hand out for me to shake. I took it.

"You're the new student, right? Minako Shiro?" I nodded. "11th grade, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am." I answered, smiling.

After we shook hands, she snapped her fingers and immediately flip through pages in a file. Then she finally pulled a piece of paper and after a few moments she said, "Wow, you've lived in a lot of different places.." She admired.

I don't see that that's a thing that she should admire. It was very tiring moving a lot but I had my aunt so it was worth it. Maybe, she wanted to go to different places herself that's why she had that reaction.

"Let's see..." She managed after a while. "In 1999... That was what, fourteen years ago? Your parents--" She immediately cut herself with a loud gasp and covered her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry." She glanced at me and then back at the paper, frowning a little. "I've been busy, I didn't have time to read this beforehand."

"That's okay. I understand."

And that's what scares me. 'Cause I'm okay, I'm fine with it. I don't feel sad, remorse, or any other feelings I should feel because my parents were dead. I don't know why, but maybe it's because I don't have any memories with them or any idea of what they look like. But sometimes I thought, how does it feel to have a father? The comforts of your home? To have your real mother? To have a family that you go home everyday?

Maybe I do feel sad. But not because they're dead, it's because I didn't have had any memories at all of them and that's what I want. So I could treasure it, keep it, and have me get going through the day.

I know now that they're up there, looking down at me with my aunt. And with this in my mind, I always got through anything. But I do feel pain. And alone.

I shook all these depressing thoughts in my mind. I don't need this now. I need to be strong. For them.

"Well, I'm Ms. Toriumi." I blinked at her, confused. That's when I realized that I was still here in the Office. "I teach composition. Welcome to our school."