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I sat up and blinked, feeling soaking wet. I noticed a suspicious bucket in my brother's hands, his grey eyes a mirror of my own, and they held traces of mischief in them. A dream…?
"Sorry, Sho. Weird dream." I shook my head to clear the sleep from it, before getting up and shoving my brother out of my room. With the door closed, I yanked out my new uniform. It was a white button up shirt, with a green sailor collar. The tie was the same shade of green, with a slightly darker green blazer to go over the top of it. My skirt was a little short than knee length and the same green as my tie and collar; white socks reached just to my shins—a little shorter than the ones most wore. Rebellion at its best.
As I raced down the stairs, I yanked my brown hair up into a messy bun, leaving my bangs to fall down at an angle above my left eye. The untraditional bangs along with a few pins on my collar completed what I claimed as my individuality. Without these trinkets, I was sure I would lose said individuality in the mass of same-looking people. My brown school bag was by the door along with my pair of brown loafers. I wiggled my feet into them, gently tapping them to the floor to get my feet in. My brother smiled at me from the door. He had on a white shirt with the green tie and green blazer the same color as mine. His pants matched my skirt in color, and he wore traditional brown loafers as well.
"Going to get in trouble again, huh? They told you last time to remove the pins, but you never listen, do you?" He grinned in good nature, knowing my love for trouble.
"Hey, I'm student council, they shouldn't care!" I stuck my tongue out childishly, accepting the bento he handed me.
With a chuckle, Sho opened the door and outside we walked. The trip to school was a short one, only about three blocks away or so. It was a silent trip, both of us just enjoying the walk and hustle and bustle of the city. When we got to school, Sho promised to come back to get me after the student council meeting I had. They were always on Wednesday's, and today just happened to be that day. Part of me really didn't want to go, but I knew I had to in order to keep up my position as Vice-President.
My school day was actually pretty boring. I had very good grades, some of the highest in the school. Both of my parents had wanted me to apply to the private genius academy across town, Meiou, but I declined. I wanted to be a normal level of smart and have a social life—not be some super nerd who only had study groups to discuss the quantum mechanics of a dandelion in the mouth of a space alien. If that could even happen.
The final bell rang, and the small little end of school song played as students left, getting picked up by parents or walking. As I headed to the main meeting room, I waved and smiled at a few of the stragglers. The school was rather small, and being a student council Vice President, most of the student body knew who I was. I wouldn't call it popularity, so much as being noticed. Another thing about Meiou; I wouldn't be noticed there. A decent amount of people there were above my level in intelligence. That's not to say I wanted to be some sort of super snobby Vice President who was noticed; but no one would talk to me at Meiou. I would forever be the new girl trying to live up to expectations. Uh, no.
The meeting went by pretty quickly. We decided that the theme for our small festival, in the nearby fair grounds that our school owned, would be for little kids. There would be small crafts to buy, crafts to make for a small price, little kid shooting games, and some rides. I suggested a tent for teenagers and one for adults, and the idea was quickly accepted. Parents and teenagers would want their fair share of fun. Our President, who everyone called Kai (over the years, people simply forgot her full first name or her last name; she preferred it that way,) suggested that in the adult tent we have a few lottery type drawings and simple games. The teenage tent could have a few bands playing to show off their talent, and more of a dance floor type setting.
Our secretary, Asahi, asked us to report to the auditorium the next day so we could inform the student body of the decision. There, we would collect volunteers for the festival, kids to run the stands and games. The meeting ended on that note, and before I knew it, it was already 6:00 p.m. and I was heading outside.
When I got out there, I didn't see Sho. I waited for a few minutes before heading home on my own. I was a little worried; Sho was always on time to pick me up. He never kept me waiting. Well, almost never. Sometimes things came up, so I brushed it off and smiled to myself, humming on the way home.
About a block from my house, I felt the hairs on my skin raise. I glanced around and saw nothing, but something in my mind told me to be weary. The feeling intensified and I found my pace picking up. As I turned the corner, I broke into a quickly jog, eyes trained on my house and its plain brownish color, with white shutters, and a garden. Taking the steps two at a time, I fumbled to get my keys out and open the door. Upon shutting it, the feeling ebbed away. I saw Sho sitting at the table. He smiles sheepishly at me, eyes filled with regret and apologies.
"Sorry, Ume. I sort of fell asleep. 'Figured you'd make it by yourself."
I couldn't help but grin, "It's okay, Sho. You're forgiven—this time. Next time you'll have hell to deal with."
He got up and pulled me into a noogie-hug, "'Kay sis. I have a mean right hook though—and I get to hit you cause' you're clearly not feminine enough to be a girl."
I mock frowned and tied to retort, but I simply laughed and pulled out of the hug. I went upstairs and quickly showered, foregoing the bath this time. I set my homework on my desk, and felt my hairs rise again. I glanced out the window and saw nothing.
'Must be my imagination.' Was my only thought. Maybe I was a little stressed.
I continued doing my homework, eventually forgetting about the little hair rising experience, when I was called for dinner. After that, we all watched some TV, and talked about our daily lives. We were a pretty normal and routine family. My dad, Ryo, worked at a big law firm, mainly dealing with property and will disputes; the cases more about ownership of things. My mom, Mao, owned a little corner store a few blocks away. It sold candies, magazines, specialty flowers, and dealt with wedding and wedding arrangements. I would like to point out now that my family obviously likes three-lettered names. It goes way back into the family, apparently. It seems like my grandparents on both sides had three letter names too... I was going to give my kid a four letter name if I ever had one. And then laugh when I told them the child's name. Not like I wanted kids.
Late that night I was falling asleep safe and soundly in my little bed. We didn't use the traditional futon's, instead we had normal beds. Our family was into the whole modern thing. That didn't mean we left traditions behind though. We had the paper doors, shoes off as you enter, little tables you kneel around, etc. Most kids saw my family as modern though, almost uniquely so. But as I lay there, the feeling came back. Once again, I ignored it, because nothing was outside. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
I was running through the fields of some ancient meadow. Trees whistled with wind all around me, and at every turn I found stranger plants and animals that looked prehistoric and almost un-Earthly. I wasn't wearing anything but a small white robe, common in hospitals. There was nothing around that was familiar, and that is what scared me. It turned dark in seconds. Eyes formed around me and a chant of 'Kill her, Kill her,' arose from the crowd of face-less eyes. Sweat adorned my brow as I bolted, running into the darkness. It seemed like forever before nothing turned into something. And when it did, I was instantly aware of how serene the face in front of me was.
"Wake up." It commanded. And as I did, I just remembered thinking to myself, 'Those eyes… they're beautiful. Brown and pink… what strange eyes. Like a chocolate covered cherry. Is this death? Am I finally going to that place beyond a human's reach?'
As I woke up, I nearly screamed. All my hairs were up on end and I felt a breeze. I had shut my window, I was positive. Yet the curtains were moving in the late night breeze. I quickly ran over and slammed the window shut, my eyes wide in apprehension.
Someone had been in my room.
Watching me.
And I was willing to bet my soul that they had eyes the color of a chocolate covered cherry.
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