The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 07~♫

 Later, Freya returned to her closet to pick a book she had forgotten to get for her Japanese lesson. A few people stood nearby, chatting and talking about the impending test.

The girl fished out the textbooks from her bag that she didn't need to lessen the burden on her shoulder and opened the locker. She slammed it shut in the next second, getting everybody's attention and dropping her books on the floor. She took a few deep breaths, paying no mind to the murmur, questioning her sanity.

She opened the locker with squinted eyes. The golden pear sat in the middle of her locker. The one she had thrown into the river. Her nose wrinkled as if her brain tried to unthink the image.

Picking her books, she put them inside, pulled out the Japanese textbook, and pushed the stupid fruit into her bag.

Giving murderous glares around, the remaining students cleared the area immediately. Once alone, she dashed to a nearby trash can, stashing the pear under the trash. With a few glances, she ensured nobody saw her.

With a methodical mind and dusted hands, she headed to her lesson. Whoever would find it didn't matter to her, it was nothing but a bother to her, just like The Greek Gods.

The murmur in her classroom gradually calmed her. Not even the trio of pests around her table could spoil her good mood. Even when Rigaku explained how to write new kanji, it didn't remind her of their presence.

As the day went by, the oldest Kamini took over her classes in half of the cases. Science, math, language, and history lessons had at least ten minutes of him taking sensei's place. And no matter how annoying he could be, Freya respected him for his great teaching techniques and explanation. Even the slowest in the class understood his instructions.

It would be perfect if the girls didn't moan every time he turned around. Before long, she would roll her eyes every minute, adapting it into her permanent facial feature.

After the last lesson, she headed like the rest towards the lockers. The students then divided into groups as they had club's activities or were going home. However, Freya was an oddball even in this case.

She wasn't taking a part in any club and neither she was heading home. It wasn't like any interested her, but the people inside showed her they didn't want her name on the member's list. However, the school library accepted her. Sorting books or checking them in and out didn't require talking, as she did the manual work.

With a small smile, she opened the locker and slammed it again. Her face twisted with shock and bared teeth. The hair on her back stood up as goosebumps popped all over her neck. Students around her hurried to get out and spread the news of her mental breakdown. Nothing she would care about. Regarding the rumors was like counting the stars.

She peeked inside, and the pear, despite all odds, sat there. She closed it, checking the trash can, but she didn't find it. And if her memory didn't fail, there was nothing new at the top. Neither any of it moved. Nobody approached it unless they took extra care to mask it.