It all began in my school. I was on my way to the Food Court to buy what my appetite demands until I was stopped short by my classmate who thought shouting my name through the empty halls would be a cool thing to do.
"AYAME!! AYAME!! AYAME!!!" It was my friend, whose name was Yuki..
Looking back at her, with her as she rushed to me, her footsteps echoing through the corridor making some fifth graders or so look out their rooms probably wondering who the fool was makng so much noise when recess was over giving them only seconds to wait for teachers barge in with the terrible teaching technique called "taking down notes".
Don't they realize that we are losing our childhood?
That's why we upperclassmen use our butt-kissery techniques to woo our teachers into allowing us more free time and less work time, that is if we keep our grades consistently awesome.
And using our priviledge, Yuki was finally able to reach me and roughly grabbed my arm. People would normally shake it off as her way of steadying herself but with her freakishly cold, wet and sweaty hands, I couldn't help but be rude.
"Dude, your hands~..." I said through my teeth. As she removed her slime-like hands I breathed a sigh of relief and then wiped my arm.
"What?" I asked her. "Haha...No need to shout, you know. Some kids are still having their classes. Shame on youuuuu," She taunted.
"Buy me some chips please?" She begged getting out some money from her uniform skirt pocket.
"Wha-? Why not just go buy yourself?" I argued. Why not? She has two legs to walk her there, and hands to hand over the money and the fingers to point out the food and the voice to speak up what she wanted to buy. Why me?
"Pleeaase? I need to finish my homework." She begged in a whiny voice. Her eyes couldn't have possibly gone bigger than what she was born with. But because I'm such a push-over, I just opened my hand and she slapped the cash onto my palm.
Homework done in school... isn't that schoolwork?
She squealed in joy and then attempted to hug me expcept for the fact that I evaded her arms. I then made my way down the annoying flight of stairs.
It was a hot daw today and the food court was crowded. This only meant one thing. Furnace effect. Yeah, it was really hot, but I managed to dodge the shoves of upperclassmen and some teachers on their breaks and buy what I had to buy. Despite the fact that the schoold set up different recess schedules, the food court still wasn't big enough.
As I was going to go back to my classroom to hand over the chips KR ordered I was suddenly stopped short.
I was blinded...temporarily, by the sun reflected off of a shiny object. And this caught my attention.
You see, I like shiny things.
I put away the chips in my bag and looked around. I finally found the source of my temporary blindness and grasped it in my palm. It was a coin. Am I lucky or what?
I'm also a collector of weird things such as rocks that seemed like they don't belong in the group or odd objects that some construction worker left out of a construction work. Yeah, I'm weird alright, and so was the coin.
Inspecting it, I found out that it wasn't really a cent or of any legal value. No face of a hero or president, no value or number whatsoever. Instead, the coin thing was a dusty gold or bronze color that consisted of markings and weird designs that I would consider doing in a tattoo shop, if I were allowed.
It looked like a really cool and ancient like from pirate films and when I flipped it it made a strange sound. Instead of a sharp ring that most coins do it made a soft echo-like sound vibrating through the air sort of like the vibrating sound you hear when you smash spoons together but you only feel the vibration, the hum. I didn't understand but then again, it just made this coin even more special.
And just then, I discovered something weird. As I felt the edge of the coin, I felt irregular markings, meaning there was a different markings or carving there, as I put on my glasses to look at it, (I'm near sighted) I discovered that it had a carved message on the side.
Flip the coin. Make a wish. Flip the coin. Make a wish...
"Hah, that would be cool if I weren't stupid," I couldn't help but say it. I don't really believe in wishing since whatever I wish for never came true. That's why I cam up with the assumption that if I don't wish for it, then there is a possibility for in actually happening. Genius right?
I mean seriously. Magic? Yeah, right.
I don't know why the heck the designers made the school campus layout that consisted us of walking long distances just to buy food. By the time I reach my destination, I probably might have burned down what I ate.
Still walking, I passed by some kids who probably skipped class doing some card trading and exchange of... anime figures? Some from One Piece, Bleach, Hitman Reborn, and Naruto.
Ah, I'd like a Naruto for myself. It'd be my slave, er, best friende. (Bwahahahaha!) But then I thought, which would be better? To have a rubber body and go pirating? To be in a mafia with awesome abilities and be unstoppable? Go on an adventure to be a Pokemon something? Or be a ninja and do awesome jutsus and cooler abilities? Or be completely dedicated in rescuing souls and neglecting school because someone dead needs me?
"Haaa. Naruto world would be awesome. I'd wish I was in it. Or maybe if I had ninja abilities comparable to the Naruto world. Yeah," I told myself not really paying attention to where I was heading and continued my way. After the game of flip-the-awesome-coin-just-to-hear-its-ring as I walk across the road that separates the food court from the academic building (to prevent distractions when the smell of food wafts through the windows) I heard a rumble and then felt the ground shaking.
"Wha?" Normally, we'd be amused since our country or rather, our part of the country isn't really a victim of strong earthquakes, storms, yes, but earthquakes not really and when we do experience these seldom shakings, we actually enjoy it. But this time was different. It really felt as if the ground was going to split in two or more!
I was brought down to my hands and knees in the middle of the road. I can hear the high pitched squeals and yelps of some students in the buildings and hear the shaking of the glass windows.
What's happening?
Suddenly, all I know was that a truck was in crashing distance towards me. There was no time to react and no room for escape. I was doomed. Why didn't I rush to safety? I fell down that's why. Why didn't the truck stop? The driver was probably drunk and stupid. And as I literally saw my life (reflection) flash before my very eyes from the ridiculously shiny bumper of the truck, I heard it once again. The hum of the coin in my hand.
That was the last thing I was probably going to hear and I'm probably going to curse it as I haunt my enemies in my soon to be dead and ghostly form. But maybe I shouldn't be cursing the coin.
It was already cursed the moment I touched it.
As I thought of these last thoughts, I'll have this last thing to say.
Stupid coin.
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