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Post by Reki Haiteku on Nov 9, 2009 19:10:28 GMT -6
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Everyone had their own secret place in the world, like a sanctuary, or hiding spot to get away from everyone. Then again, maybe not everyone. After all, here was a small little freshman from Naibasho High, cowering at a lonely table with his head resting on his arm that was propped up on the table. Here he was, glancing nervously about at the intimidating chefs lumbering about, and the grumpy-looking waiter awaiting his order. He felt like shrinking to the fiery cold depths of the nasty floor, which seemed much better then getting stabbed through with menacing eyes. His free hand rested on his leg under the table, quietly fumbling with the cellular device he held in his slightly quivering hands.
Two years.. He murmured in his mind. You've been here for two years and you still aren't accustomed to this place.. He let out a long, weary sigh, while at the same time, the waiter grunted in impatience. Ah! You have to order something! Come on, n-now.. Gripping his phone tightly, he glanced at the irate-like man. "Uh-um. I'll just have some.. Some.. Fresh strawberries mixed with milk.." He managed to breathe out, as the waiter gave him a mix of an odd-angry look. "I mean, strawberry milk." He corrected himself quickly, adding a small, very feminine giggle in the mix, hereafter slapping himself in the mouth once the waiter vanished.
From there, he simply crumbled, leaning back in his chair as he grabbed his head in agony, wanting to go run into a wall. "Augh! Stop--" He nearly shouted, cutting himself off quickly before he got too loud. You don't need to do that anymore. It's all over... He blinked a few times, before relaxing slightly. Over, but not done with.. Leaning forward, he now rested his cheek against the table. How problematic.. And since I'm here, it's inevitable that I may meet him, whoever he is... Well, at least I cut my hair.. That's would've been awkward..
His only problem now was.. Everything. Especially high school. "Maybe I should skip this whole first year..?" He yawned, stretching his arms over the table, nearly reaching to the end, fingers barely touching the edge. Was it a good idea to sprawl out all over this possibly unsanitary table used by many others before him? Well, it didn't matter much to him anymore. What mattered was his current situation, or maybe state, that his parents left him in.. Just don't let anyone know.. He scolded himself. But that was easier said than done. Yes, he was in quite the pickle; but he doubted that he could talk about his problems freely with anyone and everyone. How terrible that would be? Quite terrible..
Just as he might've gone into another mini-fit, the waiter had returned with a round tray, a small glass of pinkish liquid sitting in the transparent form, as he grabbed it and set it down on the table. When he was about to say thank you in the way he had been saying it in the past, he paused, mulling things over, before finally coming to a conclusion. "Th-thanks." He nodded. Was that right? He had no idea. He'd bet he sounded like an idiot. He knew how to speak, of course, just not very well. Not to mention the fact that he was trying to change completely.
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