Chapter 3 - Creepy Class and Eerie Encounters

Mutou advanced through the door and lugged me behind him. As I hauled my feet through the door, Mutou's face brightened up as he announced that a new member has joined the class. My contradicting complexion served to negate all the enthusiasm present in Mutou's announcement as I pondered what to talk about.

"Well, hehe, where do I begin? Well, I'm disabled." A round of applause began, as I notice that out of all these normal and abnormal faces, there is one odd one that sticks out such a considerable amount, I wondered if that was her disability - her bright, scintillating, radiant pink hair. Wait, are those drills in her hair?! I stand shocked as the rest of the class becomes very puzzled.

"Well thank you for that very charming introduction! You may sit wherever you want!" Mutou finishes up my introduction for me and I look around where to sit. Hopefully I don't end up next to the pink chick, or else I feel like my head would be replaced with a hole if I lean the wrong way.

Although there is only one seat present, in the front of the classroom, it appears to be next to nobody disturbing enough (like that construction worker hair girl thing), but it does get awfully close to some emo chick hiding behind her hair. I'll just make sure to never look that way, or else a knife might end up in my heart, alongside my arrhythmia.

After I seat myself, Mutou looks happy to begin with his lesson of the day. After such a long day, I plop my head down onto the desk and doze off for the rest of the class.

==After the finishing of the dozing==

I feel like something is poking me. Oh no, am I in the hospital again? If so, I will personally punch my heart right in the-

Oh, it's pink drills and cute girl with a short skirt. Nice.

Mutou comes out of nowhere and leans in with that creepy smile of his. I nearly jump out of my skin when he begins to say, "This is student council president Shizune and her trusty sidekick-"

"Waha!~~~!~~~~~~HE~`Y I ~~AM N~~O~T A SI~DEKICK!~~~~~~~~~!1" Pink Lemonade retorts.

For some unexplainable reason, I feel like there are way too many kawaii ~ marks in her sentence, even though she doesn't say anything of the sort. But she sure as hell is freaking loud.

"Well, I'll leave you be…" Mutou says, who then proceeds to leave the scene as quickly as possible.

"Hello Hisao~~~! My name is… and I am part of the STUDENT COUNCIL, and an unofficial official translator for Shiichan, STUDENT COUNCIL president, right over here~~!" Strawberry Shortcake announces quite loudly.

I seemed to have missed her name, but I'm sure that isn't important. What I am curious about, is what language this girl speaks? Maybe that's her disability, not being able to speak English? That would explain why she came to America to pursue an education, because fuck logic! I decide to ask bluntly what language she speaks.

"Hey, DO…YOU…UNDERSTAND….ENGLISH" I ask hesitantly.

The Shicchan chick begins moving her hand aro-HEY IS SHE FLIPPING ME OFF? I proceed to stick up both my middle fingers, waggle them around in her face, and put them in my pockets. There ain't no nigga who can fuck with me. I am about to turn on my heel and make a beautiful retreat when Flamboyant Flamingo over here taps my shoulder gently, and begins to speak.

"Erm~~, she said 'Hey cutie, want to hang with us~~'" Cotton Candy translates, awkwardly shifting about after the sudden bout that occurred.

Strawberry Jubilee explains that her name is not, contrary to popular belief, Cherry Blossoms, but actually Misha~~. Apparently, she explained that you need the ~'s or else it isn't her name… This school is really fuckin' weird.

Anyways, they signal for me to follow them downwards, an action that I'm not too inclined on doing, however, because everybody else left and I have no idea where to go for lunch, I decide to follow them down anyways. Hopefully good food finds us because my stomach cannot take not having food for such a long time.

==After a while later==

We make it to the cafeteria after a few wrong turns and some excessive talking (by Misha obviously, not that mute deaf chick).

"THI~S IS THE CAFETERIA~~~" ~~Misha announces.

No shit, I thought it was the dorm rooms; what a fucking surprise. Although my face reflects this, Mis~ha's joyous expression does not falter. Weird.

"SO NOW THAT WE CONCLUDE THIS ~~KAWAII~~~ TOUR," Misha begins.

This is it? What a rip-off. I bet I could fall off the roof and learn more from that experience. However, I file that thought in the "bad endings" section of my life - I definitely don't want to encounter that.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SEE NEXT!?" Misha…asks? I'm not sure what that was honestly…

While I ponder this predicament, I take notice on the fact that everything is now frozen. The once bustling cafeteria is now a stoic picture, unmoving, unfeeling. How weird. This must be that weird space-time falter where I have to say something to fix the situation. Quite annoying if you ask me.

I think about what to ask. Perhaps something to do with books? In the 4 months of my stay in the hospital, all I did was read books that I found lying around. You would think I'm tired of that shit by now but apparently not.

Wanting to hurry this up so I can leave this two in the dust, I verbalize my response and watch as the world miraculously begin working again. However, this time, I feel something - I did feel this same thing last time, but I thought I had just wanted to go to the bathroom. It feels as if the number "1" is floating into the air, and adding itself to some number counter.

Perplexed by this sensation, I miss what Misha says and what Shizune pretends she says. I tune back in to hear the end, "We can show you sometime, but we fucking hate bookworms like your ass so you better get the fuck out of my face~~~ ;):):):)" Misha replies with a beaming smile. Shizune nods as if she knew what Misha said, even though I know that's total bullshit.

"Thanks" I reply back for some reason, as the two begin signing to each other away from me as I eat my food. This day has turned out to be really abnormal, just like my heart. I sigh as I realize I literally just dissed myself. It's gotten to that level…