I had a dream last night. I dreamed of Pink Floyd. You know, if my dad had that dream, he would've been the world's happiest man today. I swear he doesn't live a day without listening to one of their songs. Thanks to him, I know almost every one of their songs...

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You and You and You and Me

by – yiseunggi

Hey, have you heard?

Heard of what?

The new family next door.

So...? Did you meet them?

I only talked to one. I think she's the parent of the family.

How's she like?

She seemed nice. She's tired but she said she's going to work soon.

Already? Didn't they just move in? I should help her unpack when she gets back.

No, you shouldn't….

…What's wrong?

Her daughter's in the house, unpacking.

Why didn't you say so earlier? We should help her. A girl can't-

I think it's best if you don't.

Why not?

I've never met anyone like her. She seems so… lifeless.

Anti-social? What's her name?

I don't know. I think it's best if we leave her alone.

1장 – 의미 없는 단어

Chapter 1 – Meaningless Words

I came back.

Mom decided to move back to Japan.

I'm back.

I'm… back.

I'm starting school today. It's my first day at Yamaha High School.

I don't know how I should feel.

I feel nervous.

No, I'm scared.

What will they think if they see me?

Mom assured me not to worry. Everything will be fine. She told me I shouldn't be afraid to make new friends.

I don't know if I'll be able to do what she wants me to do.

I don't think I can go back.

My head hurts.

How will the other students react when they see me? What will the teacher do?

Am I going to be safe?

Mom taught me to smile and get along with the other kids.

She told me to be brave.

But to be honest...

I'm scared.

"SeeU?"

I released the grip of my pen and looked up to face one of the staff looking at me. I must've been holding the pen too tightly because the palm of my hand became scarred when I let go.

"SeeU," said the staff, "the principal wishes to see you now."

I took that as my cue to pack my notebook and pen inside my backpack and walk to the back of the office where the head of the school worked. The attendant is kind enough to open the door for me and gently close it back once I step inside. The principal's office is very roomy. It's big, but no bigger than the main office.

"Ah, so you're SeeU. Nice to finally meet you," the head of the school stood up behind his large desk and motioned me to sit on one of the guest chairs laid across from him. I obediently followed his order without a sound. "Well then, Miss. SeeU," he flipped through my transcript looking contentedly at my records. Occasionally he would nod and smile proudly as he took a peek at my grades from my school back in Korea. I gazed into his smile looking at his clear white teeth until it closed and his mouth curled downward into a quick frown before quickly regaining that smile again. That's when I knew he reached one of the pages. I knew what he was looking at when he covered his white teeth. I grabbed onto the strap of my yellow backpack even tighter than I already was. I knew exactly at that moment what he was thinking. I know what he's going to say next. He stops for a second before quickly regaining his composure to tell me, "I hope noting happens during your stay."

I nodded.

"Yamaha is a safe school. We are one of the top schools in Japan. There are teachers and other staff with talent and high teaching degrees. We are everywhere for protection."

He doesn't have to say more; I already know how he thinks of me. He feels uneasy just by feeling my presence.

The principal typed something on his computer and the printer resting next to it roared into life and sprouted a hot piece of paper out of its opening. He grabbed it and signed his initials before handing it to me.

"Your first teacher is Hiyama-sensei. He's a very nice teacher- quite popular among the female students. Would you like me to take you there or are you fine going by yourself?"

"Alone," I practically whispered.

Even though I said it really softly, he heard me. I know he did. I scanned the paper resting on my hand and looked at the principal. I noticed the wrinkles plastered on his forehead due to stress and looked like he went through many nights without a wink of sleep. When we made eye contact, he nodded once and told me to have a good day. I took my time standing up and walk out of the office without a good-bye. After that I went on a little adventure to find my new classroom.

"Class, quiet down!" the teacher, Hiyama-sensei, bellowed to his children. When the kids sat in silence, he continued. "We have a new student today."

Hiyama-sensei ordered me to stand next to him in front of the class. He stood tall and lean, smiling like nothing could ruin his day. With those looks, I now know why he's considered one of the most popular teachers in this school. I can feel everyone staring at me with curiosity while my eyes are deeply concentrated on the tile floor below.

"Well now, SeeU," Hiyama-sensei smiled, "now that you have everyone's attention, please introduce yourself to the class."

My heart started beating faster when I didn't say anything. I don't even know what I'm supposed to say. When I gained the courage to face the class, I saw the piercing gaze of every student waiting for me to say something. At that moment I felt… intimidated. I wouldn't mind if I suddenly sunk into a hole where no one can find me. In fact, I would've been grateful if it actually happened. All eyes are on me like I'm supposed to perform something in front of them. There's no escape.

"SeeU," I felt Hiyama-sensei's hand grip my shoulder as I turned to look at him. His facial expression is filled with kindness and he pats my head like I'm a little girl. When you're with Hiyama-sensei, he gives off a feeling that makes you feel special.

"My name is SeeU and I'm seventeen years old," I started, not looking at anyone. Instead I gazed at my new orange flats my mother bought me in Korea before we moved to Japan. I silently wished my Korean accent didn't come out when I spoke. "I was born in South Korea but came to Japan when I was two. My family moved back to Korea when I was fifteen and we came back yesterday…. I hope we get along."

Hiyama-sensei nodded in approval and clapped first before the rest of the class joined in. He placed his hand on my shoulder again as a way to congratulate me. "Are there any questions for SeeU?"

I saw a few hands raise, waiting to be called on. Hiyama-sensei doesn't say anything as I look at the hands. Everyone in the room lived five seconds of their life in awkward silence until I felt a nudge on my arm. I looked up and saw the teacher staring at me, motioning me to call on people.

"Ummm…" I viewed the class thoroughly before calling on a girl with long violet hair. "You," I faintly whispered, pointing at her.

The girl smiled as she stood up, revealing her rabbit-like jacket over her uniform. "Hi, my name's Yukari! Are you Japanese or Korean?"

"Half and half," I answered.

A girl sitting next to her stood up and asked, "If you're Korean, I'm guessing you like K-pop?"

"Yes," I said.

"Did you meet any celebrities when you were in Korea?" she eagerly asked.

I shook my head and she pouted before sitting back down.

"Miki, raise your hand before asking questions," the teacher scolded.

"Sorry!" the redhead giggled.

The next person I called on was a boy sitting in the far back row close to the door. He wasted no time to stand up and everyone smiled at him when he flashed a bright smile. It was like they were expecting him to do something they liked to see. The boy brushed his blond hair back with his right hand as he smoothly said, "Do you want to go out with me?" In a flash everyone started to 'ohh and aah' like that boy is superior, but to me, it made me cringe.

Hiyama-sensei let out a tired sigh and steadied himself by grabbing onto the corner of his wooden desk. "SeeWoo," he said softly, "now's not the time."

"Why not?" the boy cracked a smile and clicked his tongue, saying in a cool voice, "I'm boyfriend material." And just like that, my cheeks flushed into a deep shade of pink while the whole class started laughing like it's the most hilarious thing in the world.

"Enough!" Hiyama-sensei narrowed his beaded eyes at the boy. I almost thought he lost his control.

I spent my time answering three more questions before going to my new seat Hiyama-sensei assigned. Luckily I sit far away from the blonde-haired boy from earlier so I don't have to worry about him. I made no eye contact with anyone as I found the textbooks resting on top of my desk. Sighing, I started to put my unneeded textbooks away in my backpack before sitting down with my notebook and pen.

I looked the board Hiyama-sensei was writing and noticed he was writing about conics; something I already learned. Luck is with me this time. I learned about the conic sections when I was in Korea so I'm a little ahead of the other students. I don't need to worry about catching up in math.

School is plain. It's the same as every other school.

My new teacher, Hiyama-sensei, is really nice.

He's a nice teacher. I heard he's the best.

I had to introduce myself to the class. I was really nervous.

I bet you're laughing at me when you read this.

It was a rough start but everything's okay now.

I'm a little ahead in math so I don't have to worry about catching up.

I learned that the class struggles in math. People would make silly mistakes while solving the equations up on the board. SeeWoo is one of them because he missed three equations Hiyama-sensei asked him to do. When he got a problem wrong, the whole class began to laugh when Hiyama-sensei playfully smacked his head with his lesson notes. If I could, I would've told him he used the wrong formula.

Lunch break came by quick. As soon as the bell rang to signal the start of lunch, I quickly grabbed my lunch out of my backpack and scurried out of the room. The school building is ginormous but not enough to avoid crowded hallways. I found out not many people hung out in the third building so I ate in the stairway quietly thinking to myself.

I was almost finished eating with my Choco Pie when a sudden crash followed by a moan came from somewhere around. It wasn't far from where I was resting so I went closer to the sound. It was from a door a few feet away. Without thinking, I took a few steps toward the door and opened it. I stepped back with a small gasp when I saw what was in the closet. It wasn't something, it was someone. A boy leaned back in surprise like a sudden spark of electricity crawled over his entire body as he accidently hit his head against a wooden hanger hanging right above him. He let out a series of colorful words exactly when I started to scream.

"Shhh!" the boy grabbed my arm and tugged me closer to him. He used his other hand to place his finger against his lips to cue me to be quiet. Looking closer at his cerulean blue eyes, my face flushed into a hue of red realizing who the boy is. "Don't tell anyone I'm here," SeeWoo whispered, looking awfully serious. "Hurry up and go before the stupid sensei comes!"

"Who-"

"SeeWoo!"

I turned my head and saw a tall brunette with short hair walking toward my direction, stomping every step she took. By the tone of her voice, she didn't sound like she's in a good mood. I quickly pulled back and closed the door with the boy still inside. I'm guessing the "stupid sensei" meant her. By the time the door shut, she walked past me, giving me a fake smile before going on.

"I know you're here somewhere!" she shouted. "Show yourself before you get yourself into more trouble!"

I know I have the power to stay quiet or rat him out. I wanted to do something right so I dashed to her and tugged on the sleeve of her red silky blouse. The "stupid sensei" turned around in surprise and smiled kindly once she saw me.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

I pointed a finger to the closet door. She looked at me in confusion but then brightened with a wide smile. 'Thank you,' she mouthed and made her way to the door. Everything happened all at once. She opened the door in one swift motion and lunged for the boy before the he had the chance to do something to defend himself. She pulled him out of the closet, pulling his right ear with her hand and yelling at him about what kind of consequences he's going to have to face. But before she dragged him away, I saw a clear view of SeeWoo's surprised face. His face was mixed with many expressions. He seemed to be surprised the teacher managed to find him until he saw me standing a few feet from the door. When he saw me, he looked at me in astonishment and a mixture of anger and frustration.

He was hurt. He wasn't hurt because the teacher pulled on his ear; he was hurt because I ratted him out. It's like I broke a promise we agreed to keep.

I went back to the staircase and sat there until lunchtime ended. The rest of the day flew by within a few hours. SeeWoo didn't come back to class until last period when the class was in the middle of learning about Genghis Khan with Mew-sensei. Before he came, no one talked or questioned about what happened to him. There were times when I felt his eyes staring at me from across the room but I didn't dare talk to him nor make eye contact.

Every school is the same. If I want to be left alone, I don't have to do anything. If anyone talked to me, I wouldn't reply back. Or, if I did, it wasn't long. I always kept my words short. Due to my low social skills, the kids in my class eventually learned not to talk to me. It was the same as when I went to school in Korea. When I was in Korea, I didn't have friends. The only people I talked to were only mere acquaintances. Usually they were other kids who languished in the lower pecking order. I wasn't the type to be shoved into lockers by the bullies- they would have had to noticed me to bully me- but I wasn't doing the bullying either. I was a nonentity, a person who was always on the periphery of my peers' social circles. I was merely a bystander in their social interactions. As a result, I bet I'm hardly remembered by my classmates; I just didn't stand out.

Rice balls in the fridge. Sorry I couldn't prepare something better. Hope you had a good day in school! Love, mom.

I reread the note three more times before throwing it away.

Mom works late everyday in order to keep us alive. No matter how tired she is, she never complains. Not even a little speck. Ever since dad left us, she's busy trying to get many jobs in order to support us. She's been like this for two years already.

I take out the plate from the fridge and eat them little by little. Mom makes a lot of food. She makes so many that I can't eat them all so I cover it back up with the wrap and put it back in the fridge. I go upstairs to my room and take my textbooks out of my backpack to study. I'm not done unpacking so I do all my work on my bed. Since mom works hard every day, I try my best to not be a bother and study well enough so that I can support her once I finish school.

I met strange people today.

There's a boy I met today. He's one of the boys who like to flirt.

I found him inside a supply closet hiding from a teacher.

He's a weird person.

But somehow, he reminds me of you.

He reminds me of... stuff.

Stuff I try to forget.

I'm not ready. I'm scared to move on.

I need time.

Its been two years since I kept my promise.

Are you satisfied?

Are my letters enough?

Are they… significant?

I stopped after realizing I was panting harder as I continued to write. I need to stop. I gently ripped the pages I wrote out of my notebook and folded the letter until it magically turned into a small little square. Then I went downstairs dodging the boxes that still need to be unpacked. I turn on the fireplace and instantly, the fire pops out and the heated air tickles against the skin of my bare legs. When I feel the time is right, I release the inanimate object and watch the paper change its color from white to black, and then disappear forever.

End of Chapter 1!

A little side note: Choco Pie is a snack cake similar to a Moon Pie. It's like a miniature cake with chocolate covering and marshmallow filling inside. I'm not a big fan of marshmallows but I'll eat it if it's Choco Pie. I LOVE Choco Pie.

Before I forget, Vocaloid doesn't belong to me.

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