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Let me tell you that I'm not going to start off with a "once upon a time" and all that crap. Something that states the beginning of a story like that really ruins the mood that the author would want to create, so I'm simply doing a better job at it! Now wait . . . what was I going to say? Guh . . . whatever, I just want to get things straight between you and me all right? Let me say it once, you better not make me repeat myself!

I want a more interesting life, one of excitement and danger! One from the novels of old to the manga of today! To see the future and what could come from our adventures! To explore the mind of a lost soul! Ghosts are cool too but . . . not the white sheet or the puff of smoke type deal. Murder mysteries would be awesome and I would defiantly solve them! This all seems simple, no?

Nope, not simple at all.

For you see, the only way I could have this interesting life is to search! Search the depths of the earth! Leave no rock left unturned! At least that was what my mindset was. To tell you the truth, it wasn't working, at least if I searched by myself it wasn't. Should I just give it up? Return to the boring life that many have already succumbed to?

Of course not! I know I'll be rewarded someday, whether through three wishes from a genie or through some god given power!

. . . But I'm using too many exclamations here. I am perfectly serious when I say that the world needs to be more interesting. You just need to find those interesting things. Though, if I could find a star up in the sky that could teleport me to another world I would have left long ago. So, why keep searching?

To meet him . . .

The only one who ever understood . . .

My search was powered by his words that something else was out there. And even if there was a possibility of him being dead, I would still search. Who is this person I am talking about?

John Smith.

. . . I know it's a fake name but since he gave it to me there is nothing else to call him by. The only mystery in my life told me that he had gone to North High, a school infamous for its creaky doors and poor circulation systems. I thought that if a mysterious person had come from that school, what are the chances that conspiracies took place there? Tons of coarse!

So after ignoring my middle school homeroom teacher to go to a snootier school, I shifted my gears towards the mysterious North High . . .

. . . And met him.

Cruising through the entrance exams was as easy as walking a dog – a tame one that is. Or maybe it was walking a dog in a park? Whatever, I can't understand these stupid metaphors anyway; people should just come out and say it instead of thinking in circles!

It was easy, too easy. I actually started to worry whether I should come to a school this easy. I probably could sleep through all the classes and still pass. Not a bad idea actually, just that the stupid teachers wouldn't allow it. You know us teens are still growing, right?

Anyway, I stormed up the hill our school was on without batting an eye, passing stunned idiots who immediately paused and stared. Figures.

I decided to skip out the morning assembly; I just know what that Head Man is going to say.

"You are all high schoolers now with more responsibilities and blah, blah, blah," what he probably said. That's what they said in middle school, do you really think I would believe in it now?

I charged towards my assigned room, 1-5, and slid the door open forcefully, noticing that I was by myself. Perfect. No annoying teachers to whine at me here. If I'm lucky, people will think I just rushed ahead. No one would suspect I actually skipped the entire event! Not that they would care if I skipped it or not . . .

I sighed and looked outside the window.

"I am alone . . . huh," I said aloud and glared outside to the people who came last minute, most likely those who wanted to sleep in.

This school had sailor uniforms and blazers. The Head Man's probably a pervert or something.

My thoughts swirled then glazed over as time continued to count down.

How long is this stupid thing taking? Really, if they don't hurry I'm going to write something offensive on the blackboard, sneak out, then surprise everyone at the last second. Though, I'm kind of getting tired of those childish pranks, it's not like anyone unnatural has noticed . . .

Speaking of unnatural, here come the people who were unnaturally late! Really . . . while you were late to class, tons of exciting things could have happened. Who knows, the entire school could have been abducted by aliens in the lecture hall . . .

". . ."

I looked over towards the door.

That would mean I was missing out . . . and I don't want to miss out on something that huge! But it's too late now . . . oh well.

After waiting for thirty minutes people finally started to pour in. I wondered if the Head Man was talking about his pet or something. People took their seats quickly as our homeroom teacher strode in with enormous steps. He probably had a big ego.

And he did, for he ranted on and on about how fun handball was and how you were certain to have a spot if you joined. If his speech was this mundane, just imagine how mundane the Head Man's speech was. He then said something I would have never guessed him saying,

"Let's have everyone introduce themselves."

. . . If this school was supposed to be abnormal then I'm going to jump out that window right now. You can't be serious, right?

So one by one, boy to girl, people recited their name, school, and what made them boring. Some told jokes that made me want to throw up, while others stumbled through theirs like they were going to throw up. It had gone around until I was the next person.

Nervous?

Nope.

I got up quickly. Let's just get this over with.

"Suzumiya Haruhi, from East Junior High,"

And a horribly normal Junior High at that . . .

"I am not interested in ordinary people. If you're an alien, time traveler, slider, or esper please inform me. That's all."

And if you expect me to say more, I'd happily ignore you.

Silence had filled the room, almost as if I had committed a murder.

No one really?

I glanced over the students that I had no affiliations with, mostly non-East Junior High people. They gawked at me bewildered, mostly confused. Some turned away (yeah . . . they're from East Junior High), while others looked at me with worry. My only hope for an abnormal reaction was with the person sitting in front of me.

I first noticed his eyes. They looked as if they hadn't opened in years. His mouth was agape and he looked up at me with surprise. He continued to look at me as I sat down and I fixed my gaze to the window.

However, I think I sensed something from him, I just didn't know of that sense right then. If I time traveled back to that point it would have been obvious to me.

That was when we met, whether through fate or luck, I had found my mystery.

I was starting to doubt everything this school had to offer.

Throughout the day we sat there reviewing what we had learned last year, the same mundane stuff. Before I knew it, the days started to blur together until a week had already passed. No one had come up to me about the extraordinary and so far, I hadn't seen anything out of this world.

Was he . . . wrong?

Wait! I can't doubt myself now! I need to search remember! But how? As I was thinking of how exactly I was to catch the abnormal off guard, that guy - whose name escaped my mind - casually sat down. I ignored him be glaring out the window, which so far had been my excuse to ignore everybody else.

Suddenly he turned around and nonchalantly said, "Hey, you know the stuff you said in your introduction? How much of it was serious?"

My head turned robotically towards him as I studied his smiling features. Was I serious? Is he serious? I wonder. . .

"What stuff in my introduction?"

It was pretty obvious what it was since there was only one thing I really addressed.

"You know . . . aliens."

"Are you an alien?"

Though it's likely he wasn't. He looked too normal.

"No . . . but . . ."

No but what?

"Just . . . forget it . . ."

"Then quit bothering me then you're wasting my time!" I huffed and glared out the window again. Well hey . . . a smudge I hadn't noticed before . . .

The guy in front of me obviously gave up as he turned around. Figures.

On to better subjects!

I had been thinking about a lot of stuff considering this new school that I'd like to inform you about. Let's start off with the students . . .

All these idiots seem to care about is their social circle. Let me tell you, about a day after I had that stupid talk with that guy, some people started to "pretend" they were my friend or something. Really, I had no time for pathetic humans like them! Why talk about some TV show when the real thing is possibly happening in the real world! Though . . . I've never been really interested in soap operas and things like that. If they had amazing fight scenes then sure . . .

Well, that wasn't what I was trying to say. I meant that any type of relationship - friends, boyfriend, girlfriend, and close friends . . . the list goes on but you get what I'm saying - they're pointless.

You say "good morning" to your friend in homeroom, talk about what happened with your sister last night. Then you ask to copy said friends homework and since you're friends there's no reason to say no. You rely on this schedule until high school ends then BAM! It's all over. You then grow up, get a job and such, marry the man of your "dreams" (which is such a stupid concept that I throw up at that sentence), have a kid just to help procreate the species, your husband dies, and then you die. Do you ever think about that friend you asked to constantly copy homework from again? I don't think so.

. . . But I've gotten off topic. How about the structure.

It's a total mess! Seriously, I have to rush into the cafeteria just so I could get a seat and the lines . . . ugh! You would think that they would compensate with the food but it looks like this school could only afford cheap rice and rock hard sandwiches. I thought I wouldn't complain about this because I thought this school would have something abnormal but at this rate I'm going to cut North High's string of life!

I can't wait until the temperature rises because I didn't see a single air conditioner.

Finally, the clubs . . . laughable.

I decided after staring out the window that the best way to search the school was to surprise them. That being said, I joined not one but all of the clubs and let me tell you, it took awhile. Let me backtrack though, I'm getting ahead of myself. I decided that the aliens wouldn't expect me to be joining a club then quitting the next day to join another club.

Of these clubs though, none caught my attention. I at least thought that the weird clubs would have had something interesting but it seems that the aliens have bested me. I won't take this defeat lightly.

It was after joining the Calligraphy club that I realized something.

Maybe they're trying to hide from me . . . I don't know, maybe it was the look that that really cute girl had, but I sensed that maybe they didn't want me to find them . . .

I stopped writing on a calligraphy pad immediately. I jumped suddenly from my chair and rushed out, startling club members as I did so.

It was pointless. I was probably doing what they wanted. I gave up before even trying out for the handball team, but then again . . . what type of alien would play handball?

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