
However I tried to close my eyes, I could not fall asleep.
For hours I was wrapped around the blanket, and the night was getting late. Tomorrow is my first day at school. Under the dim light, I stuck my hand out to pick up the phone, and from that thing I know now that time is showing at 12 pm. But how else? I'm not sleepy at all. The number of thoughts in my head is so disturbing.
Not because I'm afraid of ghosts, or because my roommate doesn't seem to be back today, but rather because I'm worried about my first day at school. Not yet officially a student of Fairille High School alone, I have experienced strange events. What will be waiting for me in my school days?
My gaze was on the phone screen and then switched to a chat notification from Zoe sent about an hour ago. In the break time, I deliberately deactivated the sound in addition to the alarm to wake me up in the morning. So I pulled out the blanket and sat on the back of the bed. There, I read a message.
'Are you asleep, Kim?'
'Remember to always carry the thing in the box from Emily.'
The box of Emily. Judging from Zoe's message, it seems that it is very important. I haven't checked it because after spending time with Zoe until evening, I continued to clean up and play mobile. I decided to get out of bed and sit in a chair. My eyes were glaring at the objects on the study table. On the Polaroid photo sheet I took with Zoe and Max, my smile was broken. Realizing I kept staring at the only guy in the photo, I shook my head. Both of my hands then touched my warm face. I find my behavior very strange lately when dealing with a new guy in Fairille.
But Max is very friendly, Leonal and Tom are too. Wouldn't it be natural for that to make me ge-er? Is this what Marsha, Felly, and Sophie felt when they talked about guys when I was at McReych?
It's like I'm not the usual one!
^^^"You also do not have to force yourself, ^^
^^^Schulz.''^^^
Suddenly Noah's annoying voice ringed clearly in the ear, so that it spread the thumping feeling I had felt. I shook my head as I imagined the cold face of the guy looking at me, as if he wanted to kick me out of school, even from this Fairille City!
"Ughs. What's the matter with me?"
And Noah himself said that he didn't hate me, and we're new to him.
Error, we don't even know each other!
I then tried to cast Noah's face out of my shadow by wagging my hand into the air.
The thing that concerns me next is a box covered in golden velvet. Because Emily was in such a hurry with her affairs, it seemed like she had forgotten to tell me about the thing inside. Carefully, I opened the box. Inside is a necklace with a clear pendant, without color. Is this a school symbol that should be taken everywhere?
I don't want to get dizzy and put it on my neck. Then I took the other file containing the official letters of my move. I put it aside and opened a book containing the rules of Fairille High School. I wonder if there are any written rules that do not allow the disciples to enter the forest. But before I could find the rule, an old folded parchment fell from one of the courtyards. A beautiful Latin inscription is there.
...'Although it must take thousands of years, I will always be faithfully waiting for you, Mr. My daughter, Kimberly Schulz. And now, you've returned to this land.'...
Suddenly a feeling flared up. I don't know what, but just like when I woke up from a dream after meeting the fairy prince who had become a stone. My tears are falling. I can't help it. Though it could be that the letter I still hold is just all idle work.
I don't know. But I now realize that the hope for the prince's existence is real.
Have I gone crazy?
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The clothes that wrapped my body were no longer my old uniform, but had changed into Fairille High School uniforms. The impression that was once fashionable and sexy turned into elegant and feminine. I who was staring at the glass then realized that from now on someone was waiting for me while smiling for himself.
"W-what?"
Zoe Borsche's. Ever since I arrived, he has always been by my side. While this morning, she did deliberately come to my room so that we could go to school together.
"You're beautiful, Kim. Now surely the school children are giving more attention to you."
My dear friend, indeed, his hobby may now be growing in my possession after my arrival in this city.
We also went to school by walking the flat rock streets connected to the dormitory. In addition to the trees on the left-right that form a canopy with flowers dangling, there is also a small river that we passed with a bridge on it. The splashing of water was also soothing, the atmosphere was pleasant, the birds were singing, nature seemed to welcome me in the morning of the first day I entered school.
When I got to school, Zoe and I had to split up. If Zoe goes straight to her class, then I head to the teacher's room to meet the homeroom teacher who will take me to my new class, Crystal 2nd class. I'm obviously nervous. But my homeroom teacher, Mrs. Ellis, who was the woman with her beautiful curly hair, tried to calm me down with a gentle smile on her face. I calmed down a bit and walked with him into class.
The class that was once crowded suddenly turned quiet. I might have gotten used to it when I walked and gained attention from the students around, but when in front of a class like this, it felt different. Moreover, it was very clear that dozens of eyes had disciples looking towards me.
Even so, I have to behave normally and smile as I usually do.
"I'm Kimberly Schulz. It's good to see you guys."
Classes that had been quiet, one by one began to whisper. I didn't let bad thoughts get in my head, so I kept showing my best smile. However, the smile disappeared as soon as I realized the presence of one of them.
Right in the back of the door by the window, a guy who bullied me yesterday was smiling meaningfully at me. The memories in the rooftoop yesterday instantly engulfed me. I gulped, scared.
It was Frederick Elford. I can't believe he's my classmate.
"Alright, enough, Miss Schulz. You can sit on an empty bench next to Mr. Elford."
A loud bang as if stomping my chest. No. gabe. I really don't want to sit next to that guy!
I'm not moving. My brain and legs were in unison unwilling to obey the teacher's orders. I turned my head, venturing to say, "I have poor concentration sitting in the backseat, Mrs."
I'm not lying, really. I would definitely not concentrate on sitting next to that silvery-haired guy!
Someone then offered to sit on his bench in the second row from the front. Mrs. Ellis allowed it, and I sat on the boy's bench. Although it was still a series with Frederick, at least it was quite far away, and I felt even more relieved.
The lesson begins. The children focus on Mrs explanation. Ellis, so did I. But I feel someone is staring at me constantly. When I looked back, I found the man, Frederick Elford, looking at me fixedly, as if he wanted to prey on me. I hurriedly turned back to face forward, and forced myself to no longer face behind, until the break sign bell was stung.
After tidying up the textbooks and writing utensils, I was about to stand up, but a hand restrained my shoulder. I had to go back to sitting with someone who suddenly appeared beside me.
With a smile on his face, that person leaned against my desk.
"Kimberly Schulz's. We're in class, apparently. A happy fate, hm?"
If it's Frederick Elford, I might know what his goal is to get to me. Maybe he's a grudge against me for punching him. I could see bruises on his face. It must be because of what I did. But thinking about it now, I was a little sorry why I reflexively hit him at that moment. Especially if I knew I would be in class with him.
"We have not formally known. I'm Frederick Elford" said the figure without letting go of his gaze at me.
"Kimberly Schulz's. Nice to know your name, Mr. Elford." I tried not to panic and covered my heart. "But I have to go."
Believe this. I also refrained from showing fear so that later the blow would no longer float.
"Why so rushed? I want to take you to dinner together."
"Sorry, but I have an appointment with my friend, sir. So, let me go."
Bizarrely. The guy let me through it without talking anything else. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I quickly walked away from the classroom without turning my head back.
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