[ You wake up, and it's another typical day. Get up, get dressed for school -- middle school, in fact -- greet your caretaker who smiles at you and hands you your lunch as you grab a piece of fruit to eat on the way, and out the door you go. The walk to the train station isn't a long one, but one thing stands out: there are other girls and boys around your age, in the same school uniform, and they are walking together in pairs and trios. Groups.
You are, in fact, alone. No one is attempting to come and talk to you, not on the train, nor after you get off. And you aren't making that attempt, either. A few girls giggle at you, meanly, as you enter school, and for the most part, after that it's a typical day.
Lunch rolls around, and you don't bother to leave your desk. You don't have anyone to sit with, after all, so you just pick at your food right where you are and keep your head down, ignoring the whispers and mumbles about 'ew, that hair' and 'I can't believe that foreigner isn't even trying to fit in'. It's not that you haven't tried to fit in, it's just that no one really wants you around. You've tried to be nice to these kids, but to no avail.
After lunch, you're in art class. You're drawing -- at least, attempting to sketch out -- what appears to be a sunset. You're so focused on it, and once again, you're not surrounded by your peers like everyone else. You're alone, and that's fine. But one person, another girl, breaks free from the pack of other kids in the classroom. Black hair pulled into a ponytail, kind, dark brown eyes, and athletic, she approaches and stands behind you. She hums, making her presence known, and leans over your shoulder as you squeak and quickly look up. It's very clear that she is assessing your work. ]
Wow, you really suck. [ She comments, but her tone isn't mean. It's amused, light, airy, and friendly, and it's right now that the tension in your shoulders suddenly melts away as she giggles and you find yourself giggling with her. ]
You're Takamaki-san, right? It's nice to meet you. My name is Shiho Suzui. [ She smiles, and sits down next to you, and right away you know that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. ]
friendship - Leo Tsukinaga
You are, in fact, alone. No one is attempting to come and talk to you, not on the train, nor after you get off. And you aren't making that attempt, either. A few girls giggle at you, meanly, as you enter school, and for the most part, after that it's a typical day.
Lunch rolls around, and you don't bother to leave your desk. You don't have anyone to sit with, after all, so you just pick at your food right where you are and keep your head down, ignoring the whispers and mumbles about 'ew, that hair' and 'I can't believe that foreigner isn't even trying to fit in'. It's not that you haven't tried to fit in, it's just that no one really wants you around. You've tried to be nice to these kids, but to no avail.
After lunch, you're in art class. You're drawing -- at least, attempting to sketch out -- what appears to be a sunset. You're so focused on it, and once again, you're not surrounded by your peers like everyone else. You're alone, and that's fine. But one person, another girl, breaks free from the pack of other kids in the classroom. Black hair pulled into a ponytail, kind, dark brown eyes, and athletic, she approaches and stands behind you. She hums, making her presence known, and leans over your shoulder as you squeak and quickly look up. It's very clear that she is assessing your work. ]
Wow, you really suck. [ She comments, but her tone isn't mean. It's amused, light, airy, and friendly, and it's right now that the tension in your shoulders suddenly melts away as she giggles and you find yourself giggling with her. ]
You're Takamaki-san, right? It's nice to meet you. My name is Shiho Suzui. [ She smiles, and sits down next to you, and right away you know that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. ]