As the hours passed, I coup myself up in my room, hiding under my thick blanket. Not daring enough to face Yuki-san outside, I stay hidden while playing with my phone. I haven't surfed the internet in ages, I completely submerged myself in the cool breeze of the forest that I completely wiped the existence of social media from my mind.
Ever since I switched schools in the middle of my last term, I was the lonely kid in class and had no friends. Sitting in the middle of the class always had its perks but I never talked to anyone on the table unless spoken to.
There was never anyone that came up to me and talked just because we all kept to ourselves in that school.
I try to pull myself out of YouTube as I try to make myself look at the time.
8:45
I've been here for 2 hours? That's long, but I guess I could go early. Wouldn't want to keep the lady waiting. She might be scary... like Kyouka...
Before we left for Aokigahara, I packed a yukata and mom packed a kimono just in case the rain let up. The forecast did say that it was going to be rainy during the summer festival. Rainy birthday! Yay...
I slide open the cupboard and pull out my luggage bag. Digging through my bag, I pull out a grey yukata, at the same time, pulling out a white obi and a black koshihimo as well. Although I didn't put it on, I pushed my luggage back into the cupboard, sliding it close as I snuggle back into my futon with my yukata in hand.
Hiding under the covers like a certain yellow caterpillar, I try to sleep of the remaining time I have left.
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Not even 10 minutes yet and I give up.
Putting on my yukata, I struggle to wrap the obi around my waist. Time and time again, I keep failing until I finally found a tutorial on how to put on a yukata by yourself on YouTube. After the hassle was over, I wiggle around to see if anything would fall off. Even though I know that there's a chance that she might not even wear a yukata, I'll be the odd one out just for the sake of wearing my yukata. Plus, I might be wearing a yukata, but if she wears slippers, we'll be matching!
I check my phone one last time before leaving as it read; 9:12. Wow, that hassle took a lot of time. No wonder mom doesn't want me to wear a yukata for every summer last time.
Even if I'm still in my room, I look back at the door feeling slightly guilty about running away again. Whatever, I did tell her that I'd meet her there. I'll just consider this as one last break out.
I gently slide open the window only to be met by droplets of rain. Grateful that it wasn't raining cats and dogs, I jumped out the small window and make my way to the forest. Shading my head from the rain I walk through the first few trees while trying to not get my slippers dirty.
THANK GOD I DIDN'T WEAR MY TABI SOCKS.
As usual, straight to the oak tree where we usually meet.
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Just a short chapter to start of the chain reaction of drama. -w-
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Fiksi Umum5 years ago Mide Kazuku stopped visiting his grandparents at Aokigahara, but fast forward 5 years later and he's back again. After venturing through the old forest he finds a girl that seemed familiar to him but little did he know that was his dead...
