Summer Birdie

I

"Achoo!" You sneeze, abruplty waking yourself. You get up in a daze, forgetting where you were as you look around the room recapitulating the day before. "Oh yeah, I'm in Japan..." you think aloud. You must have been very tired to have conked out so early, you look at your phone as it hit the hour of seven. Very early. Glancing at your other hand, you find the red feather from the night before was gone. In a state of panic you flip your covers, pillows and even the mattress over in search of it. You then search the box and the table realising that not only the feather was gone but the notebook too. Was it all a dream? Am I that tired. 

You rub the sleep out of your eyes as you piece your bed back together and close the window. Stretching all the sores out of your joints, some cathartically cracking in places, you grab some clothes for a quick morning shower. Afterwards, you begin to make breakfast for both you and your mother. As you hear her coming down the stairs you pull back one of the chairs and place her breakfast on the table where you remembered she always sat.

"Ooh, what's the occassion?" She asks a little groggy, she was already dressed for work but still had flyaways reaching for the skies. You look at her quizzically as you pour her a cup of coffee, "The full English breakfast."

"Oh!" You laugh, "I normally eat this every morning with brother, I guess to me it's a normal breakfast."

The two of you have a light hearted conversation before your mother grabs her keys and heads off to work. You didn't ask her about the box under her bed, you think to yourself that maybe it was just an honest mistake, you just got back yesterday let's not over-complicate thing. 

The sudden ringing of the doorbell scares you as you spill a little of your orange juice onto your shirt, grabbing a napkin you pat yourself down as you make your way to the door. Thinking that it was the delivery people, you were surprised to see three familiar faces.

"C-can I help you?" You ask them.

"Chi-chan, don't you remember us?" The first one said. You look at them a little closer and then it clicked. The four of you hug at the realisation.

"It's been so long!" You say, it was your friends from middle school before you suddenly moved away. "I almost didn't recognise you all." You chuckle.

The three of them understood that it had been a long time since you last saw all of them and that they were all so busy with their school work and getting into high school that they couldn't find the time to respond to any of your messages. You felt a little dishearted by this, as the three of them used the time difference as an excuse not to leave a simple message to you on any social media. Half-heartedly, you tell them there's no hard feelings and hopefully if they weren't busy that you'd all meet up again. They nod and bidding you a good day before they went off about their own. You noticed that none of them were going to the same high school as you. Good. You've had enough with fake friends.

Heading back inside, you change your shirt, and check your emails. Looks like my things won't get here until Saturday... Scrolling to your UK group chat, you send a morning message to you friends, just a very quick and generic message about the weather, that you were ok and that you were on your way to take a tour of the school before you started next week.

Oh shit! You look at the clock, If I hurry I'll make it on time!

Grabbing your bag and slipping into your shoes you rush out the door. In your frantic sprint to the station, you manage to board the train on time. Safe! You look at the state of yourself in the window's reflection, your quirk had activated making your hair go from a frazzled red to a light orange. You take a deep breath to try and control it, only making the orange pop brighter as your excitement intensified from the thought of your new school. Terrified! But optimistically excited. You hear a bunch of stifled giggling from a couple of seats over from you, noticing a bunch of girls in your school's uniform taking small peaks at you from over their shoulder. From orange to pink...now you matched the cherry blossoms. Wonderful...