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Kenji looked up at the night sky from his bedroom window after looking at his journal. There were so many blank pages. He had been told that entering high school would be an exciting time in his life on the day of his junior high graduation, and that he should cherish it. They had said the same thing about summer. Time passed so slowly during that time, and now summer was nearing its end. He slouched in his chair, rubbing his tired looking eyes.
"Why can't I see interesting stuff happen for a change?" he said.
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Kenji's dad dropped him off at the gate of Haruna High. The bronze plaque on the adjacent wall showed a spring flower in bloom with the motto 'The beginning is always today', attributed to Mary Shelley. In the boy's school uniform of button-up collared shirt with jacket and trousers, Kenji could already tell which of the students were freshmen and those who were not. Those that were freshmen had their uniforms ironed and pressed and had done up all their buttons. The upperclassmen at minimum had the bottom button of their shirt undone. Many of the new students were in a single cluster, moving as a single entity. The upperclassmen had already broken into their cliques.
The cluster of new people was quickly broken up as teachers and their assistants directed them to wait by areas by last name. Standard stuff. There was a young woman he thought he had recognized in the crowd, and perhaps he looked a bit too long, because she turned to look at him. He turned away quickly. He couldn't know her. This was a different community from the one he had just moved from, a necessity of his father's new job in a new office. He had also seen a black cat trot on the academy wall. It looked a lot like Molly, who had been the family's black cat when he was still a kid. Then again, wouldn't all black cats look the same, especially at this distance? It looked at Kenji suddenly just like the girl had done, except that once it was locked with its target, closed its eyes in a slow blink.
"Takuya Kenji!"
He snapped to attention to the teacher's aid that had been calling his name. He could feel classmates snickering behind his back for being so airheaded.
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Once in class 2-E, passing by others standing around in the hallways, and being one of the first inside, Kenji took dibs on one of the back desks by the window. Classes would begin soon, but it looked like the school was giving one period as an exception to have people file in for today. Kenji decided to take a short nap.
He was at a residential playground, one of the ones that are built by the numbers for a nondescript apartment neighborhood. This was no dream, but a memory, for it had the vivacity of one. He couldn't have been more than five. This could've been when the family, Molly included stayed in a temporary apartment. There were a few children playing amongst themselves at the slide area, and there a lonely looking girl sitting by herself, playing in the sand pit. Kenji walked towards her and knelt down in front of her. She looked at him. He dug down deep in the sand pit for wetter, easier to shape sand, to give to her. They had shared not a word as the night crept up on them.
Kenji could feel a pulsing in the middle of his forehead. He strained to keep hold of the memory before it became awash in the hazy fog of time. Those eyes. The image of young woman Kenji accidently looked at for too long flashed in his mind. He then felt someone grab and shake his arm. "Guh!" Kenji exclaimed, before snorting and sucking a sudden breath in. He had been out cold.
The young man had other friends with him crowded around his desk. He had the air of a popular one. Kenji had seen enough, transferring from school to school so often, to at least make a guess.
"You want me to move so that all of you can sit in the same group away from the front, yeah?" said Kenji.
The one that had his arm furrowed his eyebrows. "... yeah."
Kenji nodded, stood up and glid past the group that had been crowding around the desk like he was a ghost. The tired look in his eyes was gone. He looked at the clock. It hadn't been 10 minutes and yet he felt incredibly rested. Last night had still been hot, it being the tail end of summer.
"Why can't I see interesting stuff happen for a change?" he said.
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Kenji's dad dropped him off at the gate of Haruna High. The bronze plaque on the adjacent wall showed a spring flower in bloom with the motto 'The beginning is always today', attributed to Mary Shelley. In the boy's school uniform of button-up collared shirt with jacket and trousers, Kenji could already tell which of the students were freshmen and those who were not. Those that were freshmen had their uniforms ironed and pressed and had done up all their buttons. The upperclassmen at minimum had the bottom button of their shirt undone. Many of the new students were in a single cluster, moving as a single entity. The upperclassmen had already broken into their cliques.
The cluster of new people was quickly broken up as teachers and their assistants directed them to wait by areas by last name. Standard stuff. There was a young woman he thought he had recognized in the crowd, and perhaps he looked a bit too long, because she turned to look at him. He turned away quickly. He couldn't know her. This was a different community from the one he had just moved from, a necessity of his father's new job in a new office. He had also seen a black cat trot on the academy wall. It looked a lot like Molly, who had been the family's black cat when he was still a kid. Then again, wouldn't all black cats look the same, especially at this distance? It looked at Kenji suddenly just like the girl had done, except that once it was locked with its target, closed its eyes in a slow blink.
"Takuya Kenji!"
He snapped to attention to the teacher's aid that had been calling his name. He could feel classmates snickering behind his back for being so airheaded.
---
Once in class 2-E, passing by others standing around in the hallways, and being one of the first inside, Kenji took dibs on one of the back desks by the window. Classes would begin soon, but it looked like the school was giving one period as an exception to have people file in for today. Kenji decided to take a short nap.
He was at a residential playground, one of the ones that are built by the numbers for a nondescript apartment neighborhood. This was no dream, but a memory, for it had the vivacity of one. He couldn't have been more than five. This could've been when the family, Molly included stayed in a temporary apartment. There were a few children playing amongst themselves at the slide area, and there a lonely looking girl sitting by herself, playing in the sand pit. Kenji walked towards her and knelt down in front of her. She looked at him. He dug down deep in the sand pit for wetter, easier to shape sand, to give to her. They had shared not a word as the night crept up on them.
Kenji could feel a pulsing in the middle of his forehead. He strained to keep hold of the memory before it became awash in the hazy fog of time. Those eyes. The image of young woman Kenji accidently looked at for too long flashed in his mind. He then felt someone grab and shake his arm. "Guh!" Kenji exclaimed, before snorting and sucking a sudden breath in. He had been out cold.
The young man had other friends with him crowded around his desk. He had the air of a popular one. Kenji had seen enough, transferring from school to school so often, to at least make a guess.
"You want me to move so that all of you can sit in the same group away from the front, yeah?" said Kenji.
The one that had his arm furrowed his eyebrows. "... yeah."
Kenji nodded, stood up and glid past the group that had been crowding around the desk like he was a ghost. The tired look in his eyes was gone. He looked at the clock. It hadn't been 10 minutes and yet he felt incredibly rested. Last night had still been hot, it being the tail end of summer.
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