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-Storm
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Tomorrow, I remind myself, tomorrow. Tomorrow?, you ask, what's happening tomorrow?
Tomorrow is the day that Sora arrives, of course. And I have a few preparations to make.
I can barely contain my excitement, and I have to remind myself several times that his arrival is in fact tomorrow, and I must still focus on the task at hand before I can satiate myself with the newcomer, the task at hand, of course, being Manipulation 105. But even as I chastise myself, I remember that it has been a long time since we last had fresh meat here.
And my god, but that was fun. But I digress. All my future plans and schemes go to the back of my head, I take a deep breath, and reach into my pockets to stroke the photographs gently. They were my only copies and the sole result of all my work yesterday. I chuckle, take another deep breath, and pull open the doors of my school, taking a brief moment to admire my reflection in the glass pane in front of me.
7:39
Excellent, not too early, and not too late. I have 21 minutes to place my pictures in the perfect locations, without leaving enough time so that there is a large chance of a janitor finding them. Thirty-five steps inside the building, I casually let one of the photos slip from my pocket. I cast one single look over my shoulder and watch it float like a leaf from side to side, before hitting the carpet.
One down.
As I turn a corner, a loud, screechy rattling sound comes out of my left pocket. Thumbtacks, to use for posting the pictures on the bulletin boards around the school. Technically not allowed, but school rules are only for those stupid enough to follow them.
It's not long before I finish, having scattered the 11 other images across the school, and am walking into school at the same time as I always do. Thus, with my task finally accomplished, I allow my thoughts to wander back to tomorrow.
For those of you who are confused as to why I seem to have such a curious obsession with Sora, it is very simple. After years of attending classes with my idiot classmates, I've come to know them quite well. Thus, manipulating them holds little challenge compared to someone fresh and entirely new. Predictability leads to boredom, and fresh meat is certainly not predictable, which is part of the allure for me.
But I digress. My mind runs through all the possible ways of making a first introduction, cycling through reasons and possible conversations and situations as I seat myself in 1st period English.
Hmm...
Sitting next to me is Student Council President Alicia Roberts, a close friend(1) of mine. I turn to gaze at her and suddenly I feel a spark of inspiration. Perfect.
Normally the President of Student Council greets new students and gives them a tour of the school...but..
Suddenly a glint of the light catches my eye, and my gaze shifts down to her lavender purse, hanging by a strap off of her chair. I grin. Once again, perfect. Her cell phone is protruding slightly from her purse.
Maybe I can arrange some event so that she won't be present. Of course, as Vice President and a thoughtful friend I'd be more than happy to fill in for her.
Placing a suitably worried look on my face, I reach out and tap on her shoulder lightly.
"Hey, Alicia? I forgot to tell my mom that I'll be home late tonight, and you know she'll kill me if I don't tell her. Could I borrow your phone?(2)" As a matter of fact, my mom couldn't care less where her darling little Riku was, but it worked.
An expression of concern crosses her face as if she really thinks that I'd be grounded or something.
"Sure, Riku! We've still got 5 minutes before class, but hurry!"
Smiling thankfully, I reach out and grab her cell phone and wait until she turns back to the girlfriend she was talking to previously. Then I scroll through the applications until I reach the calendar date for tomorrow. I grin almost evilly and add an event labeled "Talk to secretary about school budget" at the same time as "Show new student around."
Mission accomplished.
Once again I tap on her shoulder, and when she turns to look I'm all smiles and thankful joy.
"Thank you so much Alicia! I don't know what I'd do without you." She giggles as if she's embarrassed.
"Oh I'm sure you'd do just fine," she replies. I figured that now would not be a very good time to inform her that yes, I certainly would, so I kept my mouth shut.
Suddenly she slaps two fingers to her mouth as it forms a small, red oval.
"Oh my god, I think tomorrow is the day where I have to show that new kid around!" I shrug helplessly as she grabs her phone and rips it open. She always was a little excitable.
I hide my smug smile as a confused look creases her brow.
"Oh no!" she cries, "I completely forgot! I have to talk to the secretary and show him around at the same time! How am I going to do that?" I place a hand on her shoulder and look into her eyes understandingly, trying to convey a sense of friendly duty that I didn't really feel.
"Don't worry about it, Alicia. I can easily show the new kid around. You go take care of that budget thing and I'll worry about the kid." She smiles and hugs me(3), not catching my slip-up(4).
"Thanks, Riku! You're the best!"
As she seats herself once more and the English teacher walks into class, I smile a secret, but very pleased smile.
That was nice work.
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1. I don't really have friends in the conventional sense, but it's a better word here than 'contact.'
2. I actually have a phone, but pretend I don't as it lets me get into advantageous situations such as this one.
3. A disgusting experience, let me assure you.
4. I wasn't supposed to know that the meeting was a budget meeting, but she didn't catch it, being somewhat slow as she is.
