Who is the dude, and why he in the hills?
High school ends after three years if you don't repeat. I guess it's the end for the popular people, lol. They'll say "goodbye" and "see you again" but in the end, they'll just stray further away without physical and digital communication. In short, they'll never meet and greet ever again.
Fucking twats.
It is different from junior high, middle school or what the hell your curriculum is in the country you live in. Junior high school wraps up the compulsory education, meaning you either continue learning or sell coke. Kidding aside, it is sad to be on a different ride from the people you've spent years, or in this recent 10 months; According to my flawless human observation skill.
High school ends your free trial and you are now forced to be introduced on how deceptive the world really is. I can't depict exactly how, but you can watch some youtube tutorials out there.
Well, that doesn't matter to me now. I'm a high grades liberal arts student with an excessive amount of self-awareness, and I do things the way it should be without any particular feelings.
Wait, there's something that needs to be corrected with that strong statement. It is not that I don't feel anything. I always told them that they are noisy, that they are in my way, that I want to join their unethical weeb conversation, and that they don't need to talk about me that much. An eavesdropper loner, that is.
Don't write that down.
I don't want to listen just to hear.
But there were others who involved themselves in it. Like that one delusional incomprehensible writer, a beautiful tennis feminine trap (I'd scramble those eggs), an airheaded bitch with big knockers, the one I don't know whose name is, this one I forgot (sorry), and an flat chested girl who spent all her points solely on wits, not tits.
It was fun. These were the best days I've ever had. And today, I left home more than an hour later than usual and headed for Sobu High School.
Looking at the sky while sighing, the weather is clear. With a mangled wish to clear my mind, I lower my eyes from the sky, and move on.
We can predict how this happened. However, I have no idea how this timing has its significance.
"Name here and mark here, by tomorrow."
"...Yes."
Reminiscing about yesterday's conversation, I passed by the school gate.
"Hah."
Taking the paper I was handed the day before from my bag, I stood. The principal's office. I can clearly see it.
My hands-, my whole body were trembling. Still, I forced myself not to and knocked on the door.
"Ahem. Come in." A voice welcomed.
The door was opened, and the action was stiff.
"Excuse me. I'm here to submit the printouts I received yesterday."
"Bring it here."
I followed what he told me and placed the document at his desk. The principal stared at the paper and looked at me.
"Hikigaya Hachiman will be dismissed from this school tomorrow. I will treat you as a student of our school today, so feel free to look around." He put down the printout and placed it on the side. "Take care."
"Yes, if you don't mind."
After that, I left the principal's office. Here again, I knew what I was doing.
"I just sent my letter of withdrawal."
That was not intentional, but quiet enough not to hear my mutter.
…
After ascending from a long flight of stairs, I arrived at the rooftop. Opening the door and looking in the railing, here, I used Hayama to fling Sagami back to the gymnasium. So I hurled at her, which made her cry, which led to my expulsion, but I have no regrets.
There were people who understood my intentions, and to tell the truth, I was happy. I soon evacuated the area and headed to my next location when the chime rang. Let's say that I stayed here, because you-know-what.
The chime rang again and I finally left. Next is the Best Place, which has been my home all along. The breeze was a little different as it is not lunchtime yet. Would have been nice if it was already, though I suppose I had no choice.
Angel… he truly is indeed an angel.
The final place is-
"Why is this open?"
Here I stood in front of the classroom, with a key in hand. However, the door was open, and no one was inside.
What's more is, there was a note on a desk.