The trees surrounding the campus took an orangish color, while the sun arose from the other side of the earth. The warm light leaked in every crack and crevices of the broken land. The sun welcomed every object with wide arms, except Akane. The sun couldn't dig deep enough to warm her broken soul. It was permanently damaged by the carelessness of others.
Despite this depression, she went to class early. Like she always does. Early bird gets the worm right? Bullshit... She doesn't sleep well. She never has since that day. The day that has hunted her since she was a little girl. The reason why she is broken and constantly on the verge of tears. Why she chooses to stay away from her parents. Everything pointed to that day..
"Akane!" Fuka's voice erupts into her mind.
Fuka quickly catches up to Akane, who was making her way to class. They had class together and Akane enjoyed her company greatly.
"Hey." She greets her good friend with a fake smile, "Ready for another day of cramming three pages of notes, on a small note-card?"
Fuka rolls her eyes with childish sarcasm. From her book bag, she pulls out a tiny white card.
"Hell ya" She winks.
"Well, I'm not" Akane replies
"No one is ready for this day." Fuka informs, while placing the card back into her stuffed book bag. "Apparently, there is a new teacher coming in this morning."
The small information perked up Akane's sensitive ears.
"What? Really?" Akane sounded worried, but somewhat curious. "What for? Miss. Whitecotton is perfectly fine."
Fuka snicker at the worried words that unwillingly spilled out of Akane's mouth.
"Well, she isn't actually young Akane. She's on her last legs. To be honest, I'm surprised she has worked this long. Figured the old girl would run out of steam by now." Fuka sounded heartless, even though she was being straight forward.
Akane shyly looks at the ground, unsure how to response to her friend's crudeness.
The classroom was empty, but not for long. Akane and Fuka quickly take their seats before the students come rolling in. The class was relatively small, but still obnoxiously loud. Akane takes this moment of complete chaos, to study some notes. Fuka on the other hand, enjoys talking to some of the boys in the class. As much as Akane hated the noises the students brought with them, she did enjoy the liveliness that came with it.
She wasn't a complete loner, nor was she a loser. The occasional boy would talk to her, sometimes they would ask for a number. It was flattering to Akane, but she could never really bring herself to give out a number.
Well...There is one boy she had her eye on.
Sometimes he would bring her small gifts, or do whatever he could to make an excuse to chat with her. She knew his game and frankly...she liked it. Everyday she would catch herself getting excited to see him, or trying to walk in front of him just for his attention. He made her nervous, but in a thrilling way.
Akane starts chewing on her pinky finger nail, just thinking about him!
Fuka watches her with a risen eyebrow. She knew exactly what was going on in her mind. She couldn't help but chuckle at her friend's awkwardness. Fuka leans up against Akane's desk, interrupting her fascinating dreams.
"Thinking about Clyde?" Fuka rudely exposes Akane's somewhat perverted thoughts.
Akane quickly recollects herself, "What? Go away!" Her face brightens warmly with overwhelming emotions of embarrassment.
"Tsk Tsk" She teases, "There he is now!"
What?? This early? She painfully panics.
Quickly without looking, Akane tucks her hair behind her ear and fixes her dress. She rearranges her desk, so it would appear neat and appealing. Fuka sits back down and watches Akane struggle to maintain a proper look.
Clyde walks in the class. Akane looks at her notebooks, acting like she hadn't noticed. She would be lying, if she said she wasn't scared. Shyly, she rubs her feet together under her desk.
She carefully peeks over at Akane who stared ahead. She looked like she was in trance, which concerned her for a brief moment. Her eyes were wide with curiosity and inquisitiveness.
"Hey Akane!" Clyde's voice gave Akane permission to look up.
Excitedly she looks up and smiles at him, but surprisingly something else snatched Akane's attention. The teacher.. He leaned up against his desk and eerily watched over the classroom. He wore a formal black tux, and classy shoes. He looked young, maybe in his late 20's. He looked to fit to be a teacher...Too young..
He wasn't Misses. Whitecotton. The regular teacher that taught this class. Was he a substitute? Maybe he was lost? Akane didn't adapt well to change. This alone causes mass amounts of anxiety. This couldn't be the teacher Fuka was talking about.
"Good morning class." His voice shook and conquered everyone else's. "I don't go by last names."
With power he walks over to the chalk board and begins to spell out his name. Akane was surprised the chalk didn't mash between his fingers. Everything felt so intense with this guy. So intense, the revolting class had became speechless.
Once again, he speaks in a mean and firm tone, " So call me Mr. Angel"
Angel? A strange faded spark stings into her fragile mind. The world alone, brought back some sort of a memory. Sadly, a memory she couldn't connected back with her conscious thoughts. She dwells on his name for a few minutes, before shrugging it off.
"Oh my goodness."
Fuka's voice peeks in the background of Akane's racing thoughts, "Did they hire a fucking model?"
"I don't know." Akane, whispers cautiously.
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The Waiting Games
Horror"Angel" The heels the girl stood on were now ruined. The rain and mud had destroyed their white beauty and in return made them brown and rugged. Her dress was tore from the bottom up and her hair was frizzy and damaged. Her makeup had smeared down...
