Ayaka! (because we have pity!!!)
The room possibly smelt like cleaning supplies, but I have gotten used to it. The window had been cleaned and opened due to that it was a nice day out. I'd wished before too much that I could go outside, but too often that dream had been crushed. I had been absently braiding my jet-black hair, and when this registered, I pulled it out instantly. Thin black hairs fell onto the pale, pale blue blanket. I felt dizzy. I reached out for my remote and pusshed the buzzer. The world was all blurred like how you put your arm over your eyes and press down. Sometimes it leaves your eyes blurred. A nurse came in and administered some medicien (with a name too long for me to pronounce) and things came to a cool. The portly little nurse patted my head.
"Feel better, and get some sleep."
Don't worry, this happens constanly. But this time, I don't know, I guess it hit home a little more harder. I felt my heart stop. A tear leaked. I sat up and compressed my self to my knees. I wish... I just wish!
Izumi... (Oh man...)
I was the first to enter the classroom. I sat in the middle left next to a window. Class O-3 was located on the corner of an upstairs building, with a so-so view of the outside. The teacher filied things smoothly and monotoniously... She had her hair pulled back and into a bun. How square. But I can't really say much either... A few other students flooded in, laughing and being happy. Some were worrying and others pissed that the summer was over. A few faces I reconized while others I didn't. The teacher wrote simple things on the board. And so on... Class: half full.
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Ok. More or less metaphors? I don't know... I feel like it lacks if I don't put much tought into it...
Yea!!! Plot hints
