All Is Forgiven - Angel Beats! Fanfiction

Chapter 1

I take a deep breath, and it hits. Staggering around, I shut my eyes and ignore the pain.

  I'm falling, but then, everything goes dark. Suddenly, I'm walking, through this white void, and I can't help but wonder if it's Heaven. There's a blue haze, and I want to keep walking, on and on through the bright, enchanting ashen void, but then I remember. Everything. Out of impulse, I leap into the blue, and watch the dark color be speckled with amazing gold flecks of light. In awe, my breath is sucked away, and I'm left gasping for air.

*** FUN STAR DANCE PARTAH!*** No.

         I open my eyes. I'm in a classroom, a seemingly normal one, with seemingly normal students. And a normal, boring teacher, going on about a normal routine. "Alright, quiet down, everyone," the teacher utters.

What's going on? I think. Didn't I just? No... It's impossible. I couldn't have. Wait. Am I dreaming? What if it didn't-No. It couldn't have. Am I delusional? Am I... in a coma or something?

 Huh?

"Nakashima? Nakashima? Oh, there you are. Please pay attention."

What? How did he know my name?

"Nimura?"

 "Here."

"Otonashi?"

 "Student council room."

What's going-

"Sakura?"

Silence.

"Absent? Hm. Yoshida, please bring her work to her dorm." The class murmurs nonsense, and eventually, the Sensei hushes them. "Alright, please take out your textbooks and turn to page 36." I look down and notice I have a small, plain silver pencil case filled with complicated looking mechanical pencils and a regular eraser, one that doesn't match the theme at all. I also have a small stack of textbooks and pastel workbooks. My eyes dart around the room and I notice it's English class. I hated English; not that I had anything against the language, but it was kind of confusing and my mind was hard-wired to Japanese. My English book is on the top of the stack, so I flip to page 36, just so I don't draw attention to myself. I have a window seat that gives me a perfect view of a baseball field. It's barren and empty, yet, it gives off a strange emotion that captivates me... The girl in front of me drops something and it startles me, but the boy with black hair next to her helps out and class resumes. She sits back up and her short, reddish brown hair falls back into place. I stare out the window and before I know it, I'm thinking about my family and how I got to this weird place.

 "Nakashima. Nakashima!" I look up. The teacher's mouth is moving. Huh? He wants me to read the bottom of page 42… I was still on 36. "Crap!" I whisper under my breath. The girl next to me drops her textbook in a way that makes it seem as if it was done on purpose and makes a big deal of losing her spot giving me just enough time to flip to the right page and find where we are.

"Um." I read, not too fast and not too slow, trying to make my voice sound like I wasn't just scrambling to get to the right part. It's something about English prepositions and none of it sinks in. Before I know it, I'm staring out the window again, and I'm startled by a tap on my shoulder. "Huh?"

It's the clumsy girl who dropped her textbook on purpose. "Nakashima. If Sensei catches you staring out the window again, you might have to take punishment. Trust me; it hurts your arms for like a week afterward." She laughs.

  "Thanks for that, by the way." I say, still half-daydream.

  "No problem. Have I ever told you, you kind of remind me of someone I once knew? She transferred though."