Chapter 10
Okay. I had two options: a) Ring the doorbell and explain to Michiru b) Just walk away. Now, if I do option A, I'd break the promise. Now, if I break the promise that tells Michiru that I'm a liar. I can't possibly risk that. Great. Now I have option B. Fine. Maybe Michiru needs some 'alone' time. So, I walked to my car and drove.
I wanted to cruise around the neighborhood but I didn't want my mother worried. So I drove home. I went in the house. My mother was in the kitchen, making dinner. I tried to be quiet, but I guess she heard me. "Haruka! Come over here!" she said. Darn. I walked over and slouched on the seat near the table. "What is it?" I asked. "Well?" my mother patiently asked. "It went well." Yeah, everybody usually says that when something bad happens to him or her. I didn't feel like talking about it. I guess something showed on my face because my mother's face grew worried. "What happened?" "Nothing." I said. She sat next to me. "I don't want to talk about it." I walked and went up to my room. My mother didn't push it, for the moment anyways. That's good. "Well, Haruka, dinner is in fifteen minutes." She went to do what she was doing before.
I lay on my bed with both of my hands between my head and the pillow. What was I thinking??? What was she thinking? Does this mean she's going to hate me forever? I hate myself. Just plain old me. This sucks. Am I supposed to apologize? Say, 'Hey, I'm sorry I'm a girl and it just so happens that I like you.' Well, she got the first part. She was shocked at the girl part. I wonder what's her reaction to the I like you part. This could get ugly. Very.
I started to drift off to sleep. I suddenly felt very tired. Stress. Pressure. Mainly life. It's so simple yet complicated, somehow anyways. You live, you die. Pretty much self-explanatory. But, there are so many aspects it's impossible to understand. Confusing, ne? My mind is just rushing with memories, school, everything. This is what I do when I got no friends. I think, say many negative things about myself, think about Michiru, wonder what Michiru's going to wear the next day, wonder if I'm going to study for tests, see if I'm going to buy a car (if my mother lets me), wonder why Michiru's mad at me now, wonder if we are friends, see if I'm going to practice piano, think if I can skip school (probably not), and see if I can join the Navy. You know, the Navy thing might just work. It may not fit 'me' but it's the best way to get away from everything than just die. If I get away, I can help people, which is not a bad thing.
"Haruka?" My mother softly said as she peeked in my door, slowly opening it. I slowly sat up. "I'm tired of saying this, what is it?" She walked in a sat next to me on the bed. "Well, I'm tired of listening you say that." Good point. "I really don't want to talk about it. It's a teen thing." My mother frowned. "I was a teen too, you know. I know how you feel uncomfortable telling me your issues because I'm old and 'don't understand'." "You're not old..." Hey, gotta praise the folks once in a while. She smiled. "Well, if you want to talk to me, I'm always here. Dinner's in a few minutes." With that, she left my room and went back to the kitchen.
Monday Morning.....
I groaned. My back hurts. What time is it? I looked at my clock. It was 6:30 A.M. Too early. Gotta go back to bed. For the next fifteen minutes or thirty minutes or so, I kept tossing and turning around on the bed. Damn, can't sleep. How terribly annoying. Fine. So I just stared at the ceiling with my hands behind my head. What will I tell Michiru? Will she notice me? Will she ignore me like always? What is she going to wear today? I mentally cursed myself. It's not the time to think of things.
I turned off the alarm in my clock. It was seven. Time to wake up. I feel like I hardly had any sleep. This is painful. I did my whole morning routine and decided to wear a blue shirt and a striped cotton shirt over it and baggy black pants. It'll do. I got my backpack and walked downstairs. Wonder what's cooking. Smells nice.
My mother wasn't in the kitchen. Hey, a note. It said: Haruka, I'm out for an emergency. Your breakfast is on the table. I'll call you when I come back. Be good. Bye. Love, Mom. Oh. I looked at my breakfast. A piece of toast and orange juice. I walked towards the table and took the juice and drank it all. I grabbed the toast, put it into my mouth, and walked to school.
I ate the toast along the way. Taste pretty good. No syrup though. Oh well. Anyways, I didn't see Michiru for pretty much the whole day. Damn. Just when my luck started to disappear, I saw her talking to a teacher after school while I was walking in the hallway. What to do?? I caught up to her and stood in front of her. "What do you want?" Michiru snapped.
"Can't I just like talk to you for a few seconds?" I simply asked. "No." she responded. She started to walk the opposite way she was heading. I ran in front of her. I caught her arm. "Wait." I said. "Don't touch me!" Michiru pulled her arm away from my grip. "Gee, sorry. I-" Michiru started to walk away. How long is this going to take? I caught her again and caught her left arm. "Can't I explain?" Michiru pulled away, but I gripped her arm, not letting go. Michiru used her right hand to push away from me. I used my free hand and caught her right wrist. She struggled against me. This went on for a couple of minutes. "Michiru," I softly said. She ignored me and continued to struggle.
"TENOH!" a loud voice shouted across the hallway. Both of us looked from where the voice was coming from. Damn, it belonged to Mr. Kamon, you know, my homeroom teacher. He walked towards us. "What's going on here???" Well, what did it look like here? A girl trying to struggle free of a look-alike boy. Hey, I didn't know Mr. Kamon knew my name. Well, last name anyways. He looked at both of us. I instantly let go of Michiru. He then looked at me. "Tenoh, don't tell me you are sexually harassing this young lady." Sexually harassing? Since when did 'trying to get Michiru's attention' is 'sexually harassing'? Uh-oh. Me?
Hey, if I was going to 'sexually harass' someone, I wouldn't do it after school, in the hallway, with a bunch of teachers walking around. Hey, I'm not stupid. But, to Mr. Kamon, it didn't really sound convincing. What to tell him? I softly said, "I didn't..." He didn't sound convinced. Michiru, for the whole time, was just watching us. Mr. Kamon grabbed my arm, gripping it tightly. He looked at Michiru. "Did Tenoh," He pointed at me "harass you in any way?" Moment of truth. If she said no, I'll be free. But if she said yes, I'm busted. Not to mention how angry my mother be. And Michiru's mom. And Mr. Kamon. My life is at stake here. My arm hurts. His grip was pretty rough. Probably because to make me impossible to run out of here. Mr. Kamon and I anxiously waited for Michiru's answer.....
Okay. I had two options: a) Ring the doorbell and explain to Michiru b) Just walk away. Now, if I do option A, I'd break the promise. Now, if I break the promise that tells Michiru that I'm a liar. I can't possibly risk that. Great. Now I have option B. Fine. Maybe Michiru needs some 'alone' time. So, I walked to my car and drove.
I wanted to cruise around the neighborhood but I didn't want my mother worried. So I drove home. I went in the house. My mother was in the kitchen, making dinner. I tried to be quiet, but I guess she heard me. "Haruka! Come over here!" she said. Darn. I walked over and slouched on the seat near the table. "What is it?" I asked. "Well?" my mother patiently asked. "It went well." Yeah, everybody usually says that when something bad happens to him or her. I didn't feel like talking about it. I guess something showed on my face because my mother's face grew worried. "What happened?" "Nothing." I said. She sat next to me. "I don't want to talk about it." I walked and went up to my room. My mother didn't push it, for the moment anyways. That's good. "Well, Haruka, dinner is in fifteen minutes." She went to do what she was doing before.
I lay on my bed with both of my hands between my head and the pillow. What was I thinking??? What was she thinking? Does this mean she's going to hate me forever? I hate myself. Just plain old me. This sucks. Am I supposed to apologize? Say, 'Hey, I'm sorry I'm a girl and it just so happens that I like you.' Well, she got the first part. She was shocked at the girl part. I wonder what's her reaction to the I like you part. This could get ugly. Very.
I started to drift off to sleep. I suddenly felt very tired. Stress. Pressure. Mainly life. It's so simple yet complicated, somehow anyways. You live, you die. Pretty much self-explanatory. But, there are so many aspects it's impossible to understand. Confusing, ne? My mind is just rushing with memories, school, everything. This is what I do when I got no friends. I think, say many negative things about myself, think about Michiru, wonder what Michiru's going to wear the next day, wonder if I'm going to study for tests, see if I'm going to buy a car (if my mother lets me), wonder why Michiru's mad at me now, wonder if we are friends, see if I'm going to practice piano, think if I can skip school (probably not), and see if I can join the Navy. You know, the Navy thing might just work. It may not fit 'me' but it's the best way to get away from everything than just die. If I get away, I can help people, which is not a bad thing.
"Haruka?" My mother softly said as she peeked in my door, slowly opening it. I slowly sat up. "I'm tired of saying this, what is it?" She walked in a sat next to me on the bed. "Well, I'm tired of listening you say that." Good point. "I really don't want to talk about it. It's a teen thing." My mother frowned. "I was a teen too, you know. I know how you feel uncomfortable telling me your issues because I'm old and 'don't understand'." "You're not old..." Hey, gotta praise the folks once in a while. She smiled. "Well, if you want to talk to me, I'm always here. Dinner's in a few minutes." With that, she left my room and went back to the kitchen.
Monday Morning.....
I groaned. My back hurts. What time is it? I looked at my clock. It was 6:30 A.M. Too early. Gotta go back to bed. For the next fifteen minutes or thirty minutes or so, I kept tossing and turning around on the bed. Damn, can't sleep. How terribly annoying. Fine. So I just stared at the ceiling with my hands behind my head. What will I tell Michiru? Will she notice me? Will she ignore me like always? What is she going to wear today? I mentally cursed myself. It's not the time to think of things.
I turned off the alarm in my clock. It was seven. Time to wake up. I feel like I hardly had any sleep. This is painful. I did my whole morning routine and decided to wear a blue shirt and a striped cotton shirt over it and baggy black pants. It'll do. I got my backpack and walked downstairs. Wonder what's cooking. Smells nice.
My mother wasn't in the kitchen. Hey, a note. It said: Haruka, I'm out for an emergency. Your breakfast is on the table. I'll call you when I come back. Be good. Bye. Love, Mom. Oh. I looked at my breakfast. A piece of toast and orange juice. I walked towards the table and took the juice and drank it all. I grabbed the toast, put it into my mouth, and walked to school.
I ate the toast along the way. Taste pretty good. No syrup though. Oh well. Anyways, I didn't see Michiru for pretty much the whole day. Damn. Just when my luck started to disappear, I saw her talking to a teacher after school while I was walking in the hallway. What to do?? I caught up to her and stood in front of her. "What do you want?" Michiru snapped.
"Can't I just like talk to you for a few seconds?" I simply asked. "No." she responded. She started to walk the opposite way she was heading. I ran in front of her. I caught her arm. "Wait." I said. "Don't touch me!" Michiru pulled her arm away from my grip. "Gee, sorry. I-" Michiru started to walk away. How long is this going to take? I caught her again and caught her left arm. "Can't I explain?" Michiru pulled away, but I gripped her arm, not letting go. Michiru used her right hand to push away from me. I used my free hand and caught her right wrist. She struggled against me. This went on for a couple of minutes. "Michiru," I softly said. She ignored me and continued to struggle.
"TENOH!" a loud voice shouted across the hallway. Both of us looked from where the voice was coming from. Damn, it belonged to Mr. Kamon, you know, my homeroom teacher. He walked towards us. "What's going on here???" Well, what did it look like here? A girl trying to struggle free of a look-alike boy. Hey, I didn't know Mr. Kamon knew my name. Well, last name anyways. He looked at both of us. I instantly let go of Michiru. He then looked at me. "Tenoh, don't tell me you are sexually harassing this young lady." Sexually harassing? Since when did 'trying to get Michiru's attention' is 'sexually harassing'? Uh-oh. Me?
Hey, if I was going to 'sexually harass' someone, I wouldn't do it after school, in the hallway, with a bunch of teachers walking around. Hey, I'm not stupid. But, to Mr. Kamon, it didn't really sound convincing. What to tell him? I softly said, "I didn't..." He didn't sound convinced. Michiru, for the whole time, was just watching us. Mr. Kamon grabbed my arm, gripping it tightly. He looked at Michiru. "Did Tenoh," He pointed at me "harass you in any way?" Moment of truth. If she said no, I'll be free. But if she said yes, I'm busted. Not to mention how angry my mother be. And Michiru's mom. And Mr. Kamon. My life is at stake here. My arm hurts. His grip was pretty rough. Probably because to make me impossible to run out of here. Mr. Kamon and I anxiously waited for Michiru's answer.....