Present Day

"Now that everyone is settled down, I would like to introduce the student teacher that would be taking over your math class until summer break."

I heard silent cheering from the front.

"Of course, I will be supervising the entire time."

The class suddenly got quiet. Figures . . .

"Okay, you may come in Asahina-san."

I decided to look towards the front of the classroom. I don't know why but the name Asahina seemed familiar. Actually, if it was someone I knew, I wouldn't be surprised. Ever since I came to this school, I've felt as if I should be doing something else. Like last summer, for example. For some reason, I didn't do my homework until the last two weeks of break when I usually did it as soon as I got it. Though, maybe it was because I had no reason to start earlier . . .

Anyway, as soon as I looked up from my lethargic state, I heard gasps from most of the males in class. It oh-so happened that this Asahina-sensei was a swimsuit model. No, not really – she just looked like one with big boobs. She was wearing this office outfit that seemed to highlight her better area. What, is she trying to make most of the girls in class jealous? And is that type of outfit allowed in this school? Not that I would care . . .

"It's nice to meet all of you and I hope I wouldn't be a burden in your studying. If you need help with linear functions or algorithms I would be glad to help."

"Wow, I never knew mathematic nerds could be so hot," muttered the pervert sitting beside me. Wow, I never knew who he was before. No wonder . . .

"Anyway, now that we are all clear . . . would you please turn in your assignments that were due today."

A grumble resounded through the class.

For some reason . . . everything was brighter in 2-5. The rain still pounded on the window but it didn't seem as harsh and cold. I looked over to the student teacher with curiosity. I never had this much energy before, well at least before that Fujiwara freak told me he killed John Smith. Sooner or later, the bell had rung announcing lunch break and I realized that I had been staring at her from my desk for ten minutes. What I didn't realize was the notes she had written on the board.

Infinity.

This entire school is the definition of never ending torture, she must have realized it already. Maybe I'll understand this Asahina . . .

Forget I ever said that. I would never understand this student teacher. After the lunch break where I barely ate anything, I shoved myself back inside my feet barely lifting off the floor as usual. I would then collapse on my desk, feeling pathetic (and hungry) then drift off to sleep once again.

Not this time.

"Um . . . I'm sorry. Miss?"

I lifted my eyes at the sound of a familiar moe voice, almost like an angel guiding me to heaven. Except, this angel was simply kicking me into hell.

I glared at the student teacher like a rattle snake in the desert sun. Was it me, or was the brightness I felt for a brief second suddenly fading away? Whatever . . .

And this wasn't math class right? What was she doing here?

Of course I didn't think of this right then and there since I was too focused on glaring at this rat.

"I saw you laying on your desk and I just wanted to warn you not to do that in this class. You don't want to get in trouble, correct?"

She spoke so confidently, it was scary.

Not really.

The people that surrounded me were looking at Asahina-sensei as if she was a famous miracle worker failing at creating a miracle. How stupid.

I remained silent and continued to silently glared at the student teacher.

"S-So please just . . ."

Before I could think of a retort, the student teacher bowed deeply.

"Oh . . . why yes, class is about to start. My bad."

She then left. The guy sitting near me started blushing stupidly. So stupid . . .

My head returned to the cold hard desk. I only had one question in my mind, where had I seen her before?

The day passed slower then normal and I didn't heed Asahina-sensei's warning (since it didn't even sound threatening to begin with) of not sleeping in class. I was walking home as slow as a turtle, puddles of water had disgusting cherry blossoms washed away leaving the once beautiful scene a complete mess. The irony is too pleasant.

I sighed as I shifted my bag tighter across my shoulder.

As I got closer to my house I ran into my neighbor from across the street. There wasn't much to say about him other that he was a grade schooler who I taught now and again. It was mostly homework but sometimes he needed help with a report though he told me he wanted to do reports by himself. I guess you could say we were studying buddies.

. . . Isn't it sad? The only person I can talk too is a ten year old . . .

"Onee-chan!"

He ran over carrying some papers. Yep, he probably needed serious help. Normally he would wait until I got home and dropped off my stuff. He was pretty polite for a grade student.

"What is it?" I asked, though I wasn't in the mood for fractions.

"Are these yours?"

I noticed as he tightly held the papers in his hands that his face was a bit stunned and confused. What, did someone bully him to take these or something? I took the papers and glanced at them.

"Where did you find these?" I asked.

"On my porch. It had your name in it so I thought it was yours. I didn't know you were in the literary club Onee-chan."

I'm not in that club, why would I ever join that boring thing? As I looked through the papers I saw this weird short story about snow and a coffin. I couldn't even make out a plot. This Nagato must hate the literary club to write such a horrible piece. And then the mystery story felt so two-dimensional that I felt like snoring half way through it. Kozumi sure knows how to create a mood! (Not really.)

I then saw a title which read "A Romantic Endeavor," by Kyon.

. . . It's horrible. This story isn't a romance at all! It's more like strolling around town with your little sister's friend, what a pedophile. And how come this guys real name isn't written down like everyone else's? Who uses an alias when it's a school paper?

I flipped through it until I found one of the pages book marked. The story looked like something out of a children's bedtime story book except for the fact that it was full of violence and political strategies not found in Cinderella or Snow White.

My eyes widened as I happened upon the author of this article.

"So . . . is it yours? My mom's calling me bac–"

"Did you see anyone suspicious when you picked this up?"

"No, the entire street was empty."

I nodded my head. I ripped a part of the article and handed it to him.

"You can keep this one okay."

"But didn't you write this one?"

I didn't answer as I ran into my house, throwing my bag aside and putting my hair up into a quick pony tail. I still held onto the articles tightly along with the book mark (or more like stationary you would find in the calligraphy club) and slammed my door shut, ignoring my mom's queries.

I looked at the note left for me in full depth.

Sender – Asahina-sensei.

Suzumiya Haruhi,

Today should be the exact time and date in which I am to make a show in your room. You may not know me but I know a lot about you. In which case, you are to follow the instructions left for you along with this note. I wouldn't normally do such things but with how things have been going so far . . . it is necessary. I would explain but it would take a novels worth of paper to tell you. All that I can say is that the papers that you have just taken up are of deep importance.

My first instructions to you are to rip out the paper that you had written and to give it to the young boy.

Note: Your questions of how you had written this article without your knowing will go unanswered for there is no more time.

Second, you are to find a map in your locker the next day which should pin-point you to the spot where you are to proceed with the next instructions.

Finally, I do not know about this letter. The me at school will not help you and it is best that it stayed that way.

I only wish that things could return to normal.

Asahina Mikuru

Things are going to start up now, right?

. . . About God damn time!

I know, short chapter but I liked where it ended. The next one will come sooner (but I'm not promising anything).