1pm class

episode 01

"Christmas Decorations"

I've been told about this story a lot of times but it just never sunk in. A story about Christmas that should make people happy. Christmas makes people happy right? Exchanging gifts, eating with classmates and friends, playing games with folks and such as that.

But this story is different, very different from any Christmas stories that you've ever heard. Would you dare to read in order to find out?

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  There once was a school with the rumors of strange happenings on this so called "1 p.m. Class." Mysteriously, when the clock strikes at 1 p.m., hell breaks loose. Screams were heard from this class when people pass by the creepy room.

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  "Let's just stay here on the classroom."

  "No, lets go to the karaoke!"

  Suggestions were wildly thrown at the president of the class who was writing on the blackboard based on the pupils' ideas. The whole room was filled with chattering students as they talked all together, deciding on what to choose in celebrating their Christmas party.

  "I think we should just celebrate it here." Someone called out from the back. The noise abruptly stopped and the students' faces were marred with annoyance as they looked for the person whose suggestion was made known.

  Their gazes finally landed on the boy who stood at the back. The president of the class fixed his glasses and agreed with the boy, saying, "We don't have enough money to go to some expensive karaoke or go fine dining somewhere else; let's just stay here."

  One girl stood up and asked, "Where did all our funds go?"  

  "Well, that's a very good question, missy. Do you remember our surprise party for Art sensei? It was all spent there, we gave her a new studio remember? It cost us like 100,000 yen." The president sighed as he told the whole class about it.

  "I see."

  The students understood the situation and finally agreed on spending their Christmas party on the very same room that they're using right now. They decided to group everyone according to the tasks that they're suppose to do.

  "Who wants to manage the decorations?" The president raised an eyebrow as he examined the pupils. A few choruses of 'Not me' was heard throughout the class and eventually the boy who stood at the back of the room raised his hand.

"I will." He broke the silence.

The students gaped at him. The president then nodded his head. "What's your name?" He turned to face the blackboard with the chalk clutched in his hand.

"My name's Shiro." The boy smiled sweetly at the pupils.

"Ok then, is there anyone else in this room that is willing to help Shiro-kun?" The president faced the class as he addressed them. A few raised their hands and he listed their names under Shiro's.