The Emancipation of Suzumiya Haruhi
Author's note: Er, I suppose this would count as my debut, although Suzumiya Haruhi still demands her own category. Oh, how I await the day! Anyway, after watching the anime, and reading a good portion of the novel, I am pretty confident on my take on Kyon. As a side note, as I haven't read through all the novel publications, I will undoubtedly make mistakes on some club activities, as well, I will be rewriting some events according to my ideas.
Disclaimer: The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi, its characters, and affiliating subsidiaries do not belong to me, but to their respective copyright holders.
Prologue
If someone were to ask you the definition of "holiday," or perhaps "summer break," how would you answer them? Of course, these can be defined as the time when children, teenagers, even adults would take time off their work, school, endeavors and so forth, to engage in well-deserved relaxation.
That, of course, is the normal way one would spend such holidays. And I, being 100 genuine high school student, had no doubt in my mind that I would my summer vacation in such a manner. This plan was surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) was simply uprooted and cast aside like a unwanted weed, due to one reason and one reason only.
Suzumiya Haruhi.
Ah, the joys of work-free time, when I can sleep late into the afternoons without plan or worry – or so I had hoped. But Haruhi, being the ever eccentric endless ball of energy that she is, demanded from day one of vacation that we would meet for these so called "club activities." Just what club, Haruhi? You mean your Suzumiya Haruhi Brigade to Bring More Excitement to the World association? The one that has been plainly ignored by the student council?
Resisting her was futile, and giving her such a response will most likely result in the destruction of the student council by yet-to-be-a-club SOS Brigade.
And so, my forced kidnapping began on day one, as decided by the ever heartless and impatient president which shredded whatever plans I had. Thanks to her, by the time my body has finally adjusted to "Summer Mode" like years previous, August was about to arrive.
The homework I arduously carried down the school mountain remained untouched; my days of horror were truly just beginning. For despite the detective comedy-of-error staged on that lone island that is the "SOS-Brigade Summer Co-ed Trip," the invasion of the city swimming pool which was right below the trip on Haruhi's summer activities list, the O-bon, fireworks show, etc, etc, it seems that to Haruhi, there simply was no such thing as enough.
Therefore, when impending school reared its ugly head like a starved lion, and I was in the finishing rushes of completing the dust-covered homework, deep in my heart, I almost felt glad. Now, no normal high school student should look forward to school beginning again, especially when you attend the same class as aforementioned Queen of Disaster Haruhi, but the long hours of boredom will adequately protect me from whatever wacky kidnapping plots she has.
Or so I thought.
To be continued.
