Chapter 7
All thanks to Deidei the letter came, the letter from Yandew High. One of the best high school in town. It was first school day and the sun was shining. It was a beautiful morning with a clear blue sky and some light clouds. There were some different sounds from the birds, the busses and cars, the people greeting each other, talking about all and everything.
I skipped onto the school bus and picked a seat beside the window in the middle of the buss. There were some pupils on the buss, I guess there always is. Still, I was one of the student living longest away from school. I liked it, sitting on the bus looking out the window.
It was first day at the new school, and I wore the uniform tidily, the tie perfectly tied, the shirt tucked underneath the skirt. My hair was tied into two pigtails, my blazer was straight, with the school's own logo on the from pocket showing it to everybody.
I got to the locker, seeing some girl with blond hair, perfectly brushed and emerald green eyes. Around her were some other girls, all leaning against the lockers, talking to her as she told them something seeming exciting enough for all of them to gasp due to shock and wanting her to continue. I mentally thanked whoever knows that my locker wasn't beside hers, but some meters away from hers. I never liked people like that, gossiping all day long.
What was unlucky was that I was in the same class as she was. I quickly walked in, picking a seat at the almost back. Not long after I saw her come in, walking towards the third chair by the door. Most boys couldn't help but look at her. She was like a mannequin, the school uniform looking normal on the lots of pupils looked really fashionable on her.
Later when school was finished, I walked down to the main gate, seeing Deidei standing there. I walked over to him and greeted him. I hadn't seen him since last evening when he was sitting beside me doing some random things, keeping me in company, while I was washing some dishes.
He smiled at me, but as we were going to turn around and get home he stopped, standing straight at the spot he was on, staring at something. I turned around to see that he was looking at the stairs, where the gossip queen was. Amanda, I think that was her name. Even someone like me could get to know her name during the first day at school, she must really be something.
"Who's she, hm?" Deidei asked.
"Amanda," I answered shortly before tugging him a little. He smirked a little before we went home.
That night, I couldn't help but think about it. The scene replaying in my head.
'Who's she?'
'Amanda.'
Deidei wasn't like that when we first met, I am very sure. Still, I don't know, maybe he was and I didn't know. I got this feeling, this feeling that I wanted Deidei, this feeling that I hated Amanda. I didn't know why, but I already knew I didn't like Amanda by first glance, but I hate her. Hate and don't like are two different things. I almost never hate people.
