"I-I *cough* I'm Amayah Miyu, but since most of were classmates last year, you already know. I look forward to spending another year with you" I finished with a small smile before sitting down again. Orientation. It was such a drag. I really dislike it, not only because I don't have many friends, but the lights whispers around the room made me nervous.
"Okay, next is..." I couldn't even hear the light voice of our new teacher. She was a rather energetic women, and I immediately couldn't help but think it would be a good class. Perhaps that's why I feel so bad for staring staight at my desk. questions that kept popping in my head kept me from being able to even look at another I look okay? Am I going to make any friends? Did I stutter? Kami-sama I think I did! A-are people staring at me?! I could feel heat rush to my face so I quickly buried my face in a book. I'm no good with people, no good at all. I can't help it, I don't have many friends, so I don't know how to make any. Most of my friends came from swimming, so now that I quit...
'...That's right...I-I don't like swimming anymore.' Thoughts like these weren't uncommon,' but a small swim would calm me down, I will once the water is warmer.' ...I didn't just-just admit I want to swim did I?
The next day was...weird. Nanami-San attended school today, and in place of a small cute girl like I thought it would be-was a normal/handsome teenage boy. The entire class had a laugh 'bout it, even I did if only because Makoto-kun,who also had a feminine name, did, but I couldn't help but feel like I should apologize-after all, I made such a horrible accusation.
"I should apologize. I should... If I do though might think I'm... I'm strange though. I don't want that... But I still feel guilty..." My thoughts escaped my head in a low whisper. I kept on going in circles like this though before...
"What am I thinking!? I need to apologize! I can't believe I even thought otherwise." ... A sudden yell... in the middle of class...from shy little Miyu.
That definitely went over well.
Luckily, my wonderful teacher forgave me (after forcing me to admit what I was thinking about) and even encouraged me ( to be more confident , something about great beauty and youth before a qoite I will never understand) which, despite me unconfident made march right up to haru and ask to talk to him after class. He looked at me for a moment, a look on his face that I couldn't decipher.
"Ah, sure, demo don't I know you from somewhere?"
I froze. I honestly didn't realize I had taken action. His question would remain unanswered as I suddenly turned around and ran away as fast as I possibly could, my face burning and mind swirling.