《Phantasmagoria》8. The Sun
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In the end this chapter got shorter than what I wanted >w>
The rest of the day wasn’t much different and, to my relief, my classmates did whisper after someone introduced him/herself. It placated my rampaging heart, even if, after thinking back on it, I found the level of gossip in my class to be fairly high. Natalie did tell me about how much teenagers (and old ladies) loved gossiping, but I certainly didn’t it was to such an extent. Maybe it was only my class?
Lightly shaking my head sideways, I held up my trail choke full of food (how was I supposed to eat so much?!) and scanned the cafeteria for some empty seats. I did see some, but what caught my eyes was that there were seats outside in the open garden too. I decided to have lunch under the beautiful sky, which tonality resembled the colour “deep sky blue.” A curious name to my opinion.
A round table with four seats, covered by an umbrella. I put the trail on it, made my backpack gently slide from my shoulder to the ground and sat on the military-green metal chair. A few mouthful of food later, a girl with shoulder-length, straight red hair, green eyes, pale skin and a cute frilly white one-piece stood in front of me. Her backpack was hidden by her body, but in front of her, held by both her hands, was a trail with food on it.
“Can I join you?”
She asked with a small smile. I knew her. Alice Halton, my classmate. I remembered her saying that she was from New Orleans. Quite away from here. Like me, she was alone. Is that why she approached me? To make friends? Well, I certainly don’t mind; I, too, am in search of friends. Let’s hope for a nice and long friendship~
*Nod* “Go ahead.”
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