Kannou sure does know how to give me a fic. This part starts out a little funny, and then ends even worse in the next chapter when the sequence ends, [it'll make sense in the end] but in the next next chapter it makes sense.
Ok, so I am uploading this at [checks watch] 11:44 at night. But hell, tomorrow is Memorial Day and no one in over here in the states has school, so I thought, why not? This one doesn't really have much to it anyway.
As a side note, I would like to add that I am uploading this at [checks watch] 1:46 pm in Japan. I just love my new Timex, and it has two timezones, and I couln't resist telling you what time it was in Japan.
I'll shut up now. . .
'Ken?! KEN! Wake up!" A female voice is screaming at me, shaking me awake.
"I don't want to get up, and I'm all wet." I mumble, half conscious.
"What are you talking about?" My mother. Can't she see I don't want to get up?
"I don't want to get up, because it all went badly. I didn't get to teach him anything, and he's out there with a sprained ankle."
"What in the world are you talking about, Ken? And what is this about being wet?"
What does she mean by that? Can't she see that I am sitting here in damp sheets with grass and mud stains? Wait a second. . . I look around me. I am in my school uniform, and my bed is spotless. "Wh-"
"Are you going to get up! You have to leave in 5 minutes!"
"Huh?"
"You were going to teach that friend of yours how to play soccer, or something, and you are supposed to be there in 5 minutes!"
"Oh." My mother is on the ladder of my bed, and she gets down from it as I get up. A dream? It was all some dream? So I still have no idea how Daisuke will react. Wonderful.
"I have to change." So my mother leaves. I grab my soccer uniform from my drawer and slip off my gray uniform. I put on the shiny shorts and pull the green and white jersey over my head. I look at myself in the mirror.
Woah, deja vu. That dream was very vivid though. I grab my soccer ball and place it in the mesh bag for it. I sling it over my shoulder and head out for the park, for what seems like the second time today.
Ok, so I am uploading this at [checks watch] 11:44 at night. But hell, tomorrow is Memorial Day and no one in over here in the states has school, so I thought, why not? This one doesn't really have much to it anyway.
As a side note, I would like to add that I am uploading this at [checks watch] 1:46 pm in Japan. I just love my new Timex, and it has two timezones, and I couln't resist telling you what time it was in Japan.
I'll shut up now. . .
'Ken?! KEN! Wake up!" A female voice is screaming at me, shaking me awake.
"I don't want to get up, and I'm all wet." I mumble, half conscious.
"What are you talking about?" My mother. Can't she see I don't want to get up?
"I don't want to get up, because it all went badly. I didn't get to teach him anything, and he's out there with a sprained ankle."
"What in the world are you talking about, Ken? And what is this about being wet?"
What does she mean by that? Can't she see that I am sitting here in damp sheets with grass and mud stains? Wait a second. . . I look around me. I am in my school uniform, and my bed is spotless. "Wh-"
"Are you going to get up! You have to leave in 5 minutes!"
"Huh?"
"You were going to teach that friend of yours how to play soccer, or something, and you are supposed to be there in 5 minutes!"
"Oh." My mother is on the ladder of my bed, and she gets down from it as I get up. A dream? It was all some dream? So I still have no idea how Daisuke will react. Wonderful.
"I have to change." So my mother leaves. I grab my soccer uniform from my drawer and slip off my gray uniform. I put on the shiny shorts and pull the green and white jersey over my head. I look at myself in the mirror.
Woah, deja vu. That dream was very vivid though. I grab my soccer ball and place it in the mesh bag for it. I sling it over my shoulder and head out for the park, for what seems like the second time today.
