She hadn't asked for transference. Let alone with a place so far from her home in Kagoshima. Far away from her own desires, reality was showing a very different face that wasn't as encouraging as she wanted: she would have to go and live in Kanagawa, whether she liked it or not. Such a distance was terrible, plus the fact that she would leave everything that was known to her up to now: friends, acquaintances, school and even her family – and the result was terrible.
That particular day wasn't that promising either. She had just arrived at her little flat to arrange everything and the rain that started lightly seemed to whip the roof. In two more days she would have to become a member of her new high school: Shohoku. According to the data she had got, she was now part of the sixth room of first year. Anyway, she had to thank it was possible for her to enter a new school after several months the year started; otherwise, she would have lost the year. Anyhow, it was very near her flat. When she had just started to arrange all her stuff she remembered she had not bought anything for dinner. She got out quickly and went to the nearest store, thinking of ramen when she got hit very hard, something that made her wake up a little bit. Having turned around, while waiting for a proper apology from her aggressor – an extremely tall young man whose body was muscular but not of the kind f guy who lifts weights, black hair, his skin as white as milk – she couldn't help the surprise when she noticed the horrifying indifference of the culprit, who was now riding a bike and seemed ready to go without even noticing her.
Feeling absolutely mad, she snorted and, talking to herself but loud enough to be heard by the handsome young man with the bike, said:
- Such folks in this Kanagawa city!- In that moment, all her tragedies and the accumulation of anger came to her mind, since she was informed the house she lived in for years was no longer hers so that she had to leave it and move to the first Japanese state which had a high school willing to have her in at the middle of the year. As an answer, she just got a simple and stone cold glance that didn't seem to touch her much by that moment, but which made her burst into tears once she was back at home; those tears she had been long waiting to release. The more she remembered the insult of that guy, the more she seemed to recall and grieve for her misfortunes. And all because of that insult. And of that glance.
She was quite taken aback when she realized she could not remember a thing about that glance but its deep-blue shine.