Right. Well, see you tomorrow at school. Yura had said this to Naomi the night before. Of course, not like she said she'd talk to me or anything. After last night, Naomi had gone right back to not existing. Though this was nothing new to her, so it didn't bother her too much.
Let's see. Today the clouds look like giant birds, floating through the air in a migratory flock. She began to imagine all sorts of aviary creatures passing above. And that really big one is the mythical Phoenix.
Most of her time she spent reading all sorts of books on mythology in the school library. Before her eyes, the cloud transformed into a body of mighty orange flames with golden wings and crown. It's cry was a melody and it's tears cured the ill and injured and rose the dead. All the other birds gathered around it seeking protection from the great gaurdian as it flies over the sun. One day, it's own flames will consume it, and from the ashes, a new leader will be reborn.
She turned away from the window. For some reason or another, her eyes wandered over to the desk next to hers. The yellow notebook was absent. Did she leave it at home today?
I can't believe I left it at home. Yura moaned inside her head. What is wrong with me lately? Why do I keep forgetting something so important?
"Who can the equation on the board?" the teacher spoke over the class. A girl a few seats in front of Yura stood.
"Twenty-four point seven." the girl spoke.
"Correct." the teacher replied, ketching the answer on the board. The girl sat back down.
Yeah, I hope you feel really proud of yourself getting the easiest problem right. Yura muttered in her mind. All she could think about was getting through the day and reclaiming her notebook. Until it was in her possession, she couldn't put her mind at ease. Her hands fidgeted and her knee bounced up and down.
Huh? Curiously, Naomi watched as the large cloud broke apart.
"What about the next equation?" the teacher asked. A girl near the front of the class stood up.
"Eighteen?" she responded, half unsure of her answer and lacking most of the confidence she had when she stood.
That can't be right. Naomi thought, looking the problem over.
She used the wrong formula. Yura shifted in her seat. She sat up straight, as much as she's rather be laying her head in her hpalm with her elbow up on the desk and drifting off to sleep. Image was everything, though. And despite the fact she sat in the back of the class, there was no telling when someone's eyes may wander back, so she reluctantly forced herself to hold her head up high.
"Class, can somebody point out what she did wrong?"
Told you so Yura inwardly boasted. As she rose from her seat, she halted.
"Um." Naomi muttered. She too had began to stand. The two girls silently stared each other in the eye for a few seconds until Yura's intimidation came out on top of Naomi's shyness and she sat down.
Yura glared at her.
"Yes, Madame Yoshiki?" Even the teachers at the school had respect for Yura's family name. Hearing her name called her back to attention.
"She used the wrong formula." Yura spoke firmly. "The correct answer is..."
"Goodbye, Yura!" the last of the girls waved as they left the room.
"Yeah, see you Monday." But preferably not.
Yura yawned as she stood up to stretch out her legs.
"I noticed you didn't have your notebook today." Taking a large step out of her zone of comfort, Naomi summoned up the courage speak. Yura looked at her through one eye as she continued to stretch.
"I forgot it at home." she replied nonchalantly. Like I need you reminding me. And why are you talking to me again, freak?
"Oh." Naomi hung her head. "It must be something important to you."
"Yeah, you could say that." She leaned back onto her desk and folded her arms. Oh well, this beats going home anyways. Not like anyone will steal the notebook. I just have to relax and look calm. "I just jot down my thoughts on life in there from time to time."
"So it's a diary?"
"If you want to call it that." she ran her fingers through her hair. "Don't you have to go home?"
Naomi shook her head.
"Your parents will worry if you're out too much, won't they?" Judging by her personality, to Yura, Naomi seemed like the type of girl whose parents shelter her inside and keep her skeptical about the outside world. Like the type of girl who would be to week to make it in the world alone. One look at her gives off a signal flare indicating an easy target.
And at school, it wasn't very often overlooked. Many times had she been picked on and occasionaly gone home with a few bruises. The worst of it was the time her nose and eye were bleeding.
Yeah, now I remember, that was the day that ambulence came to the school. Yura recalled. She told the doctors she fealt 'perfectly fine' and went home like she wasn't even injured. She's not just a freak, she's a complete weirdo.
"My parents?" Naomi whispered. She hung her head. Forlorn emptiness filled her eyes. But then she lifted her head and smiled. "No, they won't worry much."
"Eh, right." Yura said, turning away from her. The expression from a moment ago flashed through her mind next to the innocent smile that replaced it.
What the Hell, was that expression even real? For a moment it seemed almost as if the will to live have dropped from the face of the Earth, and now she's smiling like she's the happiest person alive? I didn't even know this girl could make a face like that. Yura sighed. I have to get out of here. This girl is going to drive me insane if I keep talking to her. No wonder I've always ignored her.
"Well, in any case, I have to be going." Yura said, pulling her pink bag over her shoulder. "Do me a favor and, like, never talk to me again, kay? Bye." She darted out without even waiting for a response.
"Oh. Okay." Naomi responded, even though she knew she was the only one who heard. She sat their in a daze, not even responding.
Thank goodness I'm out of there Yura thought as she climbed into the sleek limousine parked in front of the school. The man shut the door behind her and moved around front to climb into the drivers seat. Yura threw her bag on the floor and fell over onto her side, stretching out on the seat as she let a slow breath run from her mouth. And even more thanks that it's the weekend, I don't have to deal with any of that until Monday.
"Madame, don't forget you have dinner with your Mother tomorrow evening." the driver spoke back to her. Yura jolted upright.
"That was this weekend." Dread filled into her like darkness fills into the night.
"Yes. The Misstress herself, your Mother, came by today to leave a notice."
"She came into the house?!" Yura shouted, almost right into the drivers ear. She was leaning against the small window that they spoke through.
"Yes, she did."
Yura fell back into her seat, her nerves too shook to react and her mind to shocked to signal. Her eyes were wide and her pupils were dialated. Her entire body trembled. Her heart pounded at her chest like a jackhammer.
Of all the days. Of any day. Why did I have to leave the notebook at home?