The Trash Novel That Doesn't Make Sense?
Mariz Academy. An ordinary highschool filled with the usual: teachers, homework, and studies. It is a dreaded place by all young youths in this town. The place is so indignantly hated that many of the youths would consistently try to skip lessons and pretend to be sick.
What is it that makes this place so dreaded by all you ask? The answer to that is…
I have no idea.
I'm just writing things that are coming to my head; It's a damn experimental novel with no planning whatsoever. Even I the author, myself, don't know where this is going.
So let's journey together! Let's see where this will take us. ^.^
'Why do I have to be part of this?' a boy asked.
'It's because you're one of the few who actually attends the academy. Who else do you want me to ask?'
The boy sitting on the second seat from the back, along the side with the windows swept his gaze across the class. He found that out of the twenty 22 students in the class, there were still 10 students, including himself.
'Sensei, you know there are people all around me right? How about you ask them?'
'Eh… but I'm asking you.'
'Yes sensei, you asked me, and I rejected you. Soo….'
'So I'm asking you again, Kenji.' The teacher smiled brightly.
'S-Sensei, I really do not want to,' Kenji said, as his voice started to crumble.
There was silence…
'Sensei, there are 9 others here besides me. Why are you persistently asking me?' Kenji grumbled. He was starting to lose it.
'Eh… it's my job.'
'#%&#@ WDYM ITS PART OF YOUR JOB?!'
'Go figures.' The sensei shrugged his shoulders with a slanted expression.
'I'm done. I'm freaking done.' Zenji who was tilted off the face of the planet decided to leave the classroom. He knew he was left with no other choice.
The Sensei gave a wave at his departing figure and went back to teaching class. But before he could, he was interrupted by another student who had opened the door.
'Here's your paycheck.'
'Oh thank you.' The sensei took the money and gave a good handshake to the student.
'It's a pleasure doing business.'
'It's part of my job. What else can I say?'
The student nodded in response and nonchalantly left the classroom.
Kenji turned around and saw a familiar face; She was Mimi Narukawa a kouhai and first year. She was 1 year below him.
Mimi? Perfect. She can help heal my stress with her cute and reserved personality.
'Mimi!!!' Kenji shouted, with joy, hugging her, and began to scrub his face onto her cute cheeks. 'Omochikaeri!' (I want to take it home!) he added.
'S-Senpai must you do this every time you meet me?' Mimi questioned, while being very flustered.
'Of course!' Kenji said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
The atmosphere began to thicken.
'Senpai. Do you know what happens when the cicadas cry?' Mimi said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.