Happy Life
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This day was slightly better than the others – surprisingly so, because the overwhelming majority of the biological mass had spilled out beyond the gates – running, frolicking, and generally annoying the locals. And for that, thank you.
For a while, Futaba managed to lie in relative peace on her bed, half-asleep, but after an indeterminate amount of time, excited shouts began to drift in from the street – apparently, the students had already spent their meager allowance on all sorts of nonsense, gotten tired, gotten hungry, and returned to their familiar surroundings.
As time went on, the shouts didn't subside; instead, they grew louder – as if the entire school had decided to gather under Futaba's window and drive her crazy. Choosing between the stuffiness and the noise, she slammed the window shut.
Unfortunately, this didn't help for long – soon enough, the chaos penetrated the walls of the building, and the cardboard floors and ceilings trembled from the pounding of feet, with shouts and knocks echoing through the corridor.
One of these knocks reached room 402 – Futaba didn't go to the door; she simply pulled the pillow over her head, waiting for the intruder to leave. But the knocking continued and intensified, as if the brazen individual had started banging on the door with their foot as well.
With great effort, overcoming the aches in her body and soul, Futaba got out of bed and, with a grimace, flung open the door to reveal a girl who had already raised her fist for another knock, but stopped in surprise.
In a trembling voice, she explained that the teachers were gathering everyone for an urgent announcement and hurried away from Futaba's disapproving gaze.
Hissing and silently cursing under her breath from the pain, Futaba dressed as quickly as she could and trudged towards the administration building. Along the way, groups of frightened students ran past, whispering to each other about how a war had begun, a fire had broken out, someone had been killed, a high-ranking official was visiting the school, and other nonsensical nonsense.
After the announcement, Futaba glanced at Nirianna Melvans' face, who had spoken in the same hall just a month ago, to see what emotions were reflected on it.
With a heavy sigh, realizing how this promising day had turned into such a tedious and hopeless scenario, Futaba headed to talk to her grandfather, hoping to get it over with quickly.
For a while, Futaba managed to lie in relative peace on her bed, half-asleep, but after an indeterminate amount of time, excited shouts began to drift in from the street – apparently, the students had already spent their meager allowance on all sorts of nonsense, gotten tired, gotten hungry, and returned to their familiar surroundings.
As time went on, the shouts didn't subside; instead, they grew louder – as if the entire school had decided to gather under Futaba's window and drive her crazy. Choosing between the stuffiness and the noise, she slammed the window shut.
Unfortunately, this didn't help for long – soon enough, the chaos penetrated the walls of the building, and the cardboard floors and ceilings trembled from the pounding of feet, with shouts and knocks echoing through the corridor.
One of these knocks reached room 402 – Futaba didn't go to the door; she simply pulled the pillow over her head, waiting for the intruder to leave. But the knocking continued and intensified, as if the brazen individual had started banging on the door with their foot as well.
With great effort, overcoming the aches in her body and soul, Futaba got out of bed and, with a grimace, flung open the door to reveal a girl who had already raised her fist for another knock, but stopped in surprise.
In a trembling voice, she explained that the teachers were gathering everyone for an urgent announcement and hurried away from Futaba's disapproving gaze.
Hissing and silently cursing under her breath from the pain, Futaba dressed as quickly as she could and trudged towards the administration building. Along the way, groups of frightened students ran past, whispering to each other about how a war had begun, a fire had broken out, someone had been killed, a high-ranking official was visiting the school, and other nonsensical nonsense.
After the announcement, Futaba glanced at Nirianna Melvans' face, who had spoken in the same hall just a month ago, to see what emotions were reflected on it.
With a heavy sigh, realizing how this promising day had turned into such a tedious and hopeless scenario, Futaba headed to talk to her grandfather, hoping to get it over with quickly.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
