Cafe Rouge 1

Cafe Rouge I:II

I was walking at the corridor, to get my stuff from my locker. And suddenly...

"Boo!" A voice roared out.

"Gah!" I blurted out in shock.

"Haha got you."

I glared at him, and spoke in a super cold voice,"Very funny, Val."

Valen Michaels (short for Val) was my best friend, you could say that. I had known him as far as I remembered, perhaps since childhood. He had a pair of light purple eyes, and he wore a green jacket that I have seen him wearing when he was 11. The problem was that he was 16 already.

Just as I was recalling memories about him, he snatched the notebook I was holding in a flash.

"...Hey hand it over," I demanded.

"Nah nah nah," Valen laughed cheekily.

I didn't mean to, but I was so furious at that time that I just kicked him and didn't think twice.

"Ouchh!" He moaned painfully.

"Oh whoops. Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you...there," I apologized.

"Ah never mind," He handed over me my 'precious' notebook and told me, "Hurry up and don't be late for lesson!"

"Alright, see you after school," I replied.

****

"Alright class, please stand up," A voice rang up in the noisy classroom.

I stopped talking eventually, and stood up.

"I will be your homeroom teacher this year, you can just call me Ron."

I was shocked, or my luck has ran out. I couldn't believe it, the man I just bumped into this morning, he was... He was my homeroom teacher! Oh my gosh, it sure would be a hard life this year.

I tried to avoid hia gazes, however, when I met his, he smiled gently at me.

Phew, what a relief.