I put on my rough shirt, scratchy pants and surprisingly soft blazer, it's nearly time for me to leave. I look at the clock on my dresser, it's half past eight, i'm five minutes behind schedule. "God damn it!" I whisper angrily to myself while I struggle to button up my shirt.
"Kosa-chan, do you need a bit of help there?" I look up, Fukawa is giggling at my struggles. I scowl at her, "It's not funny, I'm really trying!" Fukawa was ready thirty minutes ago, as always. She grabbed my shirt and buttoned it for me.
"There you go!" She chuckles and walks to go put her shoes - black, lace up boots - on downstairs. I grab my pencil case off my dresser and I go through it for the fifth time today. "Pencil, lucky pencil, sharpener, eraser, black pen, blue pen, purple pen, ruler," I mumble to myself. "Yep, i've got everything!"
I run downstairs to put my shoes on and leave. I get to the bottom step but Mom blocks me.
"I don't think you have got everything," she tells me. I'm about to go through my pencil case again when she points at the kitchen. "Your lunch box silly! It's got everything you like!" I nod at her appreciatively and run to the kitchen. I grab the box from the counter, shove into my rucksack and run to the door. "Finally," Fukawa exclaimed sarcastically. I pull on my sneakers, tie the laces and begin the walk.
"Ugh, these shoes are unbearable," I mutter to Fukawa. She pats me on the shoulder, "You'll wear them in soon!" Soon isn't soon enough, my feet feel like they're bleeding. I hear a buzz come from Fukawa's pocket, "Is that your phone?" She pulls it out of her pocket and checks the notification, "It's just Anako!" She's known Anako since the start of middle school, she must be upset to leave her.
We continue our conversation until she asks, "I wonder how many friends we'll make! I bet we'll make a lot of friends." She's always been positive like that. I nod, but that's not what I think. I think I'm going to get pushed down the stairs and I'll have to walk it off, like in Nabu. I'd never admit that to her, she thinks I had a lot of friends. Fukawa isn't the brightest, but she's popular, because she's pretty. She keeps rambling on about all the people we're going to meet and how fun these next two years will be, but i'm not listening. I'm about to switch. I stand still and Fukawa waits for me.