"But now I have came to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is mad terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth."
~Umberto Eco~
"Come on Kagome," cried my best friend, Sango, as she entered the doors of our high school. We went through them for the past two years as underclassmen, but today was different. We were to meet with Kikyo, my cousin and Sango's other best friend, to compare schedules.
We met her just inside the doors, near the school store. Sango immediately snatched our schedules and started comparing. Kikyo and I had gym for first period. Sango had a study hall. Just great. Kikyo and I matched in the top class for academics and shared most of our core classes. I had band while she had chorus, I had chorus while she had Spanish, and I had Spanish while she had engineering. Sango and I shared only band.
After school was when we really showed. I had volleyball for the fall season, Sango had flag core, and Kikyo just went on home. But after school could wait, I had to get through the school day right now.
I came out of my musings to find several other girls heading our way, mainly ones I thought to be quite undecided on what they wanted to act like. Rin, Ayame, Kanna, and Kagura all joined our crowd seconds before the first bell rang, saving me from talking to them. Kagura though, ended up following Kikyo and me to the gym. I almost groaned in disappointment. The others followed Sango, which was a good side.
As the coach immediately indicated, we were expected to participate, but not change today. This coach likes examples from the actual players, just an embarrassment in my book. But, I never get picked for anything so I raised my hand when he asked for volleyball players, thinking I had no chance. When the room went quiet, I realized I was the only one with my hand raised.
I was forced to show everybody how to dive, pass, set, and spike. We went through a quick game and I couldn't have been more embarrassed.
First period down and the year's not looking very good.
Second period, science.
Third period. Spanish, this class is crazy. I'm going to go ahead and say goodbye to my grade now.
Fourth period. Band, chair placement.
Fifth period, algebra.
Lunch. The cafeteria is packed! We barely found chairs and time to eat before sixth period bell rang.
Sixth period, chorus, voice placement. I'm on alto, most of my friends are sopranos and that just shoves at the back of my mind.
Seventh period, world history.
Eighth period, English.
The day was over and I flicked this schedule into a mental safe for my autopilot. Sango saw me and off we went to the locker room for a change of clothes. I was off to a two-hour practice of hard work.
I came out sweating, my clothes soaked, and climbed into mom's car. I had to go home and get some sleep. But this caused me not to be able to sleep this night.
Recaps can be good, but in my case they are the worst things for a girl with a photographic memory.
My gut wrenches as my mind goes over the day and I start to feel guilty for the smallest thing. This makes me dread tomorrow, feeling like a horrible person.
Why does my mind work this way?