Snowflake: Prologue

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"Another day...... another hour...... another moment passes, as it goes away like everything important in my life did." a girl murmured while standing in front of her door, getting ready to go to the first day of the school year. Her dull face begging to be exposed to sunlight. She reached out a hand for the doornob, and turned it around half it's diameter. Light eventually peaked inside the room. She stepped outside and the light gleamed on her face. She closed the door, locked it and proceeded to her school, Okinawa High.

As she was walking down the sidewalk full of pink blooming Sakura trees, the wind blows her long brown hair, showing her beautiful, pale and emotionless face, looking down the path she is taking.

As she approaches the school, she walked slower, and slower, and then she stopped at the school gate, standing steady and still, as students walk past her. An odd boy, at the age of 16 years old, looking at the bulletin board where all the classes and names are listed, distinctly saw her. He approached her slowly, as his dark hair glance with the wind. He stood in front of her, and the girl slowly lifted her head. As their eyes slowly made contact, the girl rapidly turns away and passes by him. The boy went back to the bulletin board to find his name. "Ryoko Hoshigaki, class 2-B".

Ryoko went to his classroom, selected a chair, arranged his stuff, and then examined the students around his classroom. He noticed a girl sitting on a chair in the corner. It was her! It was the girl he saw by the gate. She was quiet and impassive, looking into space. He was about to approach her, but their adviser came in and started the introduction of the class. "I'll ask her later" he thought.

After class, the students were given the time for lunch. After they all got out of the classroom, Ryoko went straight to findingthe girl. "*pant**pant* I've wasted 20 minutes finding her, where is she?" he said, while running down the floor's corridor. Then he glanced a figure at the window. He went back to check who it was. It was the girl sitting on a bench, which was aligned in the school campus. She was looking towards the cement floor of the campus. "Finally" Ryoko thought. He rushed outside to meet her. He ran to her, then he slowed down as he gets nearer, and nearer. He stopped beside her, stood there, and then sat beside her. The girl looked at him for a second, and then looked down once more.

"Hi...... I'm Ryoko...... Ryoko Hoshigaki" Ryoko said to break the silence. "We go to the same classroom" the girl remained quiet. "I was wondering what your name might be" she didn't reply. "Don't you have any friends?" "Snowflakes, snowflakes are the only friend I have." she said rapidly, and then the place was filled silence. "*This is getting kind of awkward*" Ryoko thought in his head. "Maybe this isn't a good time, I'll head back n-" "Ayani" the girl interrupted. "Huh?!" "My name is Ayani Sato" ".......W-well i-it's nice to meet you I guess." Ryoko said. He stood up and leaned out a hand to Ayani. Ayani slowly lifted her arm to lightly shake Ryoko's hand, as if she din't recognize the action. "Well, I guess I'll see you in class" Ryoko said, then he left Ayani alone and minded his own business.

"Well, that's about everything we need to do for this day, goodbye class and see you tomorrow" said the teacher of class 2-B. Ryoko waited at the gate for Ayani. As he wait for her, he checks every student that passes by him. Until he finally sighted Ayani walking out. He approached her and said "Hey, uhh, wanna walk home together?" Ayani just walked past him. "H-hey!" gasped Ryoko. He quickly catched up to her and tagged behind. "Ayani" Ryoko said softly. Ayani did not respond. They passed an intersection by the road. Then Ryoko said "Ayani" in a soft voice once more. Ayani stopped walking and said "Why do you follow?"

"Well, I, uh, wanted to walk home with you so-"

"Is your house past down this road?"

"N-no, it's actually down the other side of the intersection"

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