So… hello there. Sorry I haven't published a new chapter for the looooooongest time! I was busy with college (Ha, can you believe that? Me, busy with college? Ha!) and to be honest, I sort of forgot about it. For reasons understandable, of course. I have been extremely busy… with reading all kinds of manga and watching all kinds of anime. Yes, very understandable reasons, right? Oh, and I'm on vacation right now! … But only for like two weeks more. I only have one month vacations now… I hate life. ANYWAYS, here's the next chapter!

OKAY, so I wrote the paragraph above a LONG TIME AGO. Once again, I apologize for the delay, lately I have been so uninspired and just really lazy in general. But I really love my works and all of you guys, so please say you guys haven't forgotten about me and stuff.

In other news, it's been raining really really hard here these past few weeks. The whole country's drowning, literally! I have had one day of classes this whole week! Yes, it's that bad. The floods have been devouring houses and buildings like a hungry whatever. The good news is, though, that tomorrow is Physical Ed, and I have no classes tomorrow. HEHEHE. I hate PE. I always lose during table tennis tournaments. It's sad and degrading, especially since my sister is really really good at it.

Anyways, enough about me. What's happened to you guys since we last talked? Comment below! Or message me, I wouldn't mind that. Hehe.

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"Well, well, well. It's a surprise to see such faces we haven't seen for the longest time,"

Immediately, all eyes were on us. A woman was saying an introductory speech just as we made our entrance. There was something about her that made me feel so intimidated — even though she looked nothing more than a tramp in a pretty short dress — as if I had seen her before.

All my game and feelings of insecurity I had five minutes ago left me, as I told myself that it wasn't worth getting all fired up for something as crappy as this.

"Sorry to have disrupted your introduction, Luna." Hotaru says flatly. Ah, no wonder the feeling emits from her, I tell myself as I scan her appearance from top to bottom.

She smiles, feigning understanding. "Of course. But, isn't it a little unusual for one to bring excessive dates to a reunion? After all, this is a celebration for us old friends," Hotaru looked perplexed, like the rest of us three. I looked down to see if my name tag went missing, but it turned out that it was just covered by my hair. Hotaru does not notice this. "Although, your friend's date is quite the charming one." She finishes as she looks at Tsubasa in a way that sends shivers down my spine.

"What are you talking about?" Hotaru replies, with a hint of irritation. Luna pretends to not hear over the loud whispers of the other people.

Then it hit me. Wakako and the others didn't recognize me, and neither did Natsume. Maybe Luna hasn't either. And as well as the others.

This sure is amusing.

"Sure she does," Luna says sarcastically as she ends the public (but supposed to be private) conversation and resumes her introduction. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, before anything else, let's all play a game. Shall we?" She had a confusing expression on her face, seemingly excited and something else I could not define. Or maybe my contact lens need an upgrade.

Either one.

My old classmates agreed enthusiastically. Luna smiled as she heard their response. "So, to your right, there are blindfolds. Each batch mate, please take one and put it on," I was hesitant to go along, but Hotaru urged me to do so. After all, I am a batch mate, she says.

Once I put on the blindfolds, I heard the main switch of the lights. I took a peek, but my surroundings were just as pitch black as when I had my eyes closed. The whispers of excitement and suspense filled the air. Several bodies were pushing me, and I was starting to lose my patience.

"Okay, everyone. On the count of three, I want you all to remove your blindfolds. Alright, one—"

Two. The sound of the light switches and the unravelling of what seems to be really heavy cloth can be heard.

Three. I pulled away from the cover and opened my eyes.

For a moment there, the bright lights blinded my eyes. Once they started to adjust, I surveilled my surroundings. There were huge, long tarpaulins of all my classmates from back when we were seniors in high school. I saw them run towards their own pictures and reminisce about the past. I caught a glimpse of Hotaru and Ruka as they stared at their own, which were placed beside each other coincidentally. I could not help but feel happy for the two of them. I searched around some more, and I saw Natsume's.

He looked innocent. He looked happy.

Then I remember how he looked a few days back.

Same features, but different expressions. How bittersweet.

Speaking of bittersweet, where is the man? Probably with some other woman again.

Probably that woman who modeled for a hair commercial I saw on TV…

"Isn't that woman a really famous scientist?" A voice crept up behind me. I turn around and look up, as Tsubasa's hand goes around my waist. For publicity, of course.

"Ah, yes. I believe her name is Nonoko? She's been really… science-y ever since," I explain. "You remember when we held a celebration for finally getting Mr. Arnold S. to sign with us?"

"You mean Arnold Schwarzenegger?" Tsubasa replies, copying his accent while saying his name. I laugh at his facial expression. "Yeah, I remember. Why?"

Author : I totally had to Google this up. HAHAHAHA

"Well, that girl with the pink hair over there," I point to Anna's portrait. "We celebrated it in one of her restaurants."

"Holy shit, the food we had was uh-mazing!" He had a girl moment, but then quickly composed himself again. "Holy shit," He says in a lower register. I laugh at him once more. He joins right after.

"What are you two weirdos laughing about?" Hotaru and Ruka join us.

"Oh, it's nothing you should care about." I say, my laugh dying down.

"Speaking of things I should care about, where's your picture?"

I look around, and

I sigh happily. "Well, that's a relief. Because if they put up my photo—"

My sentence was cut short by an annoying high-pitched voice. "Now, that we have all had our fun looking at our own pictures," She says as she stares at hers for the hundredth. I never really noticed before, but she has really thick eyebrows. "We can now proceed to the even funner picture! Or should I say, funnier." She finishes with a smirk.

I start to get goosebumps. I have a bad feeling about this. I don't know why, but—

"This is for the Queen of Losers, Mikan Sakura."

Wait, what?

I didn't even have time to process her words as I watched the lights dim down and spotlights intensify the unravelling of the biggest tarpaulin.

And there it was, in the center of the room.

I don't even have to tell you for you to find out. Laughters echoed from across the room. I looked around, some chanting the glasses song they made up decades ago, some taking pictures, until my eyes couldn't take it and started to well up. Tsubasa held unto me as I was trying to compose myself.

"Don't let it get to you again. You're beautiful, Mikan Sakura." He whispered in my ear as he caressed my hair. He brought out a handkerchief and wiped my tears away.

"Show 'em." With that bright smile, I could not help but smile back. Hotaru and Ruka came rushing to my side, with a dark aura emanating from within themselves. Hotaru was spatting out so many colorful words that even I could not say, and Ruka was restraining himself from punching Koko's beer belly.

I smile at my friends. With them, I don't need any one else. I turn to Tsubasa and he gives me a nod of encouragement.

I walk to the edge of the stage, pushing my way through the crowd, where the little tramp is laughing her very expensive buttocks. Just as I was deciding whether to rip off her hair extensions or spill a glass of spiked punch on her, she speaks once more.

"Are you guys curious about how she looks like now?" This makes me freeze. What? That doesn't make sense at all.

Cheers once more reflect across the room. I look over at my three friends, who look just as confused.

"Well, if you would kindly look over to the screen, you'd see the Mikan Sakura we all used to know and love." Utters of disgust and shock replace the cheers.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

I run up to the limelight and steal the mic from the snickering little bitch.

"I don't know what kind of joke you're playing, but that definitely isn't Mikan Sakura. I could tell you at least that much," I snap. The crowd goes silent, so silent that a needle dropped would echo.

She stares me down and gives me a look screaming "Oh no you didn't."

"How can you prove it?"

I roll my eyes and shout into the mic. "Are you guys kidding me?" No one replies for the next few seconds.

"Mikan...?" A whisper of a voice can be heard from the back.

I am once more taken back.

"Natsume,"

(End of Chapter)

OKAAAAAAAAAAY. So I totally hate myself and this chapter. It seems like shit. HAHA, I'm sorry for swearing but it's true. And I apologize once more for totally digging up my own grave by ignoring this story for months and being so useless and all. But if you guys are willing to prove me wrong…..

I doubt it though. ANYWAYS, I'm sorry if it's just one scene!

So anyways, I need some suggestions. What do you think would happen next?

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