11 The Prima Donnas Adven (2/2)

She then somewhat opened dark-themed portal mid-air and entered there without hesitation, a portal, she portrayed as a sort of passage that connects this world and the realm that she claims that she created herself. The portal then closed by itself leaving no presence of any supernatural occurrence.

I have to admit, every time Lacrimosa enters that portal, there's this visceral assumption that she is not coming back catalyzed inside my head. But, she always comes back. She always does. And that in itself alone, somehow set the alarm bells ringing. Why? Well, aside from Dementia and Antisocial Personality Disorder, I might as well be diagnosed with Schizophrenia this time, and I'll again be hell-gent to go through priced and grueling chains of therapies...I can't do anything but make sure that no one sees me talking to her, which would, of course, look like I'm conversing with an imaginary friend from another's perspective.

Then, as the superfluous barrage of thoughts continued, I found myself walking alone in the building's hallway towards a room at the other end which had a sign on the top of the door. A sign that says '12-A8'. My classroom.

I continued walking towards that classroom while taking several glimpses towards the large and sparkly-clean windows on the hallway and there, I can see the vast view of the school, and the whole International Clark City surrounded by the vast blue waters of the Pacific. It was quite picturesque to behold such a mesmerizing sight. Moments after, I found myself facing the door of room 12-A8.

Expecting that I was the first to enter, I confidently glided the Japanese-style school doors to the side only to find out that my assumption was at fault and it was a wrong, awkward and a diabolical move to open it up ...confidently.

Within the sunrise-tainted classroom, there was already someone inside. A girl that I don't know.

The words ”Majestic” and ”Junoesque” were not the firsts to have had appeared in my mind. Yet in the vast array of words currently installed in my vocabulary, it was probably the closest to define the picture. A girl was already there, leaning on the window. Her hair was jet black and was flawlessly coursing in sync with the tranquil and revivifying wind. Her crimson and black sailor uniform suited her very well and her charisma that I can feel from a little distance cascaded this ardent yet cordial display.

She glanced my way wondering as to whom the sounds of the echoing footsteps belonged, while I continued in my onset to not cause any unnecessary strife early in the morning.

I just noticed, as she looked at me, that her eyes were somewhere between pitch black and magenta that conveyed this ” impassive oddity” rather than ”brisk”. And her skin was unblemished in its lively hoariness. She was tall for a girl, probably an inch or two smaller than I am, and while it was evident that she was a high school girl, I did not know that someone as old as I am could be this stoic in his or her stature. And her beauty? It was somewhat on par with Lacrimosa's (although still have a long way to go), yet I kept hidden within me the sense of impact.

I then suddenly redirected my sight towards the classroom not saying as simple as 'good morning' to her, as if I never saw an 'outstanding someone'. Continuously being watched, I roamed in the room to look for a seat that I would find comfortable and convenient to be in for the rest of this school year, which I presage again to be of the mundane.

The last column by the giant glass window would probably be the most comfortable to be in as it can offer a picturesque view in case of class boredom. I then got to that seat and placed my bag on the table, when suddenly the unknown girl took an unexpected course...

”Choosing to be the protagonist of this anime series?”

”What the hell...” was the first to be on my mind as a form of primal stimulus.

I then stopped midway from sitting. Well, honestly that is not my intention of choosing the last column seat. While Japanese animation always portrays that the protagonist always sits by the window, I chose it because of the convenience it can offer. Is she perhaps an otaku? Whilst I was not good at interacting with people, I tried to communicate normally...

”No. I simply chose it because of the benefaction it offers.” I replied, looking at her way, calmly, as if I was some sort of a cool kuudere (which probably is not a part of my identity).

”Hmmm. I see. Ok then” she sedately replied whilst turning her body away from my confront. She then walked towards the door and with tones of tranquil aforesaid, ”See you around”.

”Likewise,” I responded.

She closed the door and left me nothing but peace in the whole classroom. I took the seat that I wanted and enjoyed the little experience of tranquil or what's left of it anyway. How I wished that there's a school that has some kinda ”one-student-per-room policy”. I would have had enrolled there without second thoughts, but it was not so.

Later, as an hour hastily passed, the room began to be filled with students who appear to already have known one-another enough, depriving me of the amity beforehand. Yet, the query that remained to boggle me is the identity of the girl with who I had an encounter. A girl, whose outward stature is the closest on par with a Goddess.

I wonder which class she is in?

”Bim-pom-pam-pom!” the sound system by the chalkboard suddenly resonated, filling the whole classroom with silence and with a voice that seemed from a professional broadcaster following in...

”Good morning AU. I would like to encourage our dear students and school staff to head to the school gymnasium for our opening ceremony accordingly. I repeat. School staff and students, please head towards the school gymnasium accordingly for the commencement of our opening ceremony. Thank you” the message ended.

”Well... Another boring academic year. A new school bell begins to ring...”