Classes seemed like they would last forever, for all I could was watch as Kazehaya tried to talk to Kuronuma. Every time I was called on, I gave the right answer, but she didn't seem to notice me, but no one noticed her either.
Lunch time rolled around and I pulled out the bento my grandmother had made for me. As I ate my leftover pork cutlets, I tried to think of what to say to her when I approach her. After all, I'm going to be here for a lot longer than I have been at other schools. But that can wait till there is no one around to see my approach.
I watch my classmates, figuring them out. After identifying their status, cliche, and personalities, I begin to group them. The populars, athletes, nerds, delinquents, and the invisibles, the categories can go on forever, but it doesn't really matter in the end. To me there are only idiots, non-idiots, and the rare, but common, semi-idiot.
Superficial things, like hair, makeup, outfits, might be defining characteristic of the cliches, but every once in a while there is a gem in the gravel. Sawako Kuronuma was one such gem.
A diamond lying in a scattered pile of transparent glass. When noticed, it shines brighter than the subpar glass that dulls in comparison to its star member.
I'm really sorry that I haven't updating this. :(
My family is going through a difficult time right now, and this fanfic never crossed my mind.
Thank you to anyone to followed, favorited, or left a review, for it reminded me that there are people waiting for this. I don't know when I'll have time to write more, but I'll time to make it soon, and maybe a bit longer. Please enjoy!
~Outcast