Alice Academy (Rewritten.)

Chapter 21

          Spring has flown by, and now, it's summer.

          Summer is my personal favorite season.

     Although it is hot, and everyone is sweaty, hey, at least it's sunny! I prefer sunny days as opposed to gloomy days. I feel like if the weather is warm and sunny, I feel hyper and cheery myself. Plus, there's normally no school, and I would have an actual excuse to sleep in.

     Sadly, I wasn't in a public school anymore. I was in Alice Academy, the school for the special.

     I wake up, groaning and not wanting to get out of bed. The dormitory was nicely air conditioned, while outside, it was scorching hot. I didn't want to roast like a chicken out there, but unfortunately, I was forced to.

     Working quickly, I did my daily routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and moisturizing. After changing into an olive green tank top and navy shorts, I braided my hair and tied it into a side plait. I did a French twist with my bangs and then pinned two bobby pins into my hair to secure them. I slipped into a pair of black sandals and grabbed my bottle of sunscreen, squeezing out a generous amount and smearing it on my exposed skin.

     I definitely did not want to get a sunburn; I remember getting a sunburn on my shoulders from being at the beach, and it was so excruciatingly painful. Well, "excruciatingly painful" is an exaggeration, but it was painful to the point where I couldn't even sleep correctly.

     After applying my sunscreen, I threw my bag over my shoulder and walked out of the door. I didn't bother taking anything from the diner; I wasn't that hungry. When I took one step out of the dormitory building, my stomach rumbled loudly, caushing me to flinch a bit. Without a second thought, I twisted my heel and headed for the diner to quickly grab some breakfast.

     When I entered the diner, I could see that there was only one banana nut muffin left. I jogged up to it, and as I reached for the breakfast cake, another hand interjected and slapped my hand away. Reflexively, I took my hand back and winced, rubbing the area where the person had slapped. It started to turn red. I looked up to glare at the person and realized the girl who slapped me was Lynetta.

"Gee, thanks for slapping my hand," I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"No problem," Lynetta replies, giggling evilly and flipping her hair.

     I rolled my eyes again, and while she was giggling to herself and narcissistically flipping her hair, I snatched the muffin and went to get a carton of milk. I sat down, placing my bag next to me, and began to eat. I ate in such a systematic fashion: I would take a bite of the muffin, drink some milk, chew, swallow, then take another bite of the muffin, drink some milk, chew, swallow, rinse and repeat. Once I was done, I threw the muffin wrapper and the carton of milk away, my stomach satisfied.

     Quickly, I walked to exit the dormitory and get to school. However, once I was outside, I was stopped by a hand holding my wrist, pulling me back.

I sighed, not looking at the person. "Yes, Naoki-kun?"

"How did you know it was me?" Naoki's familar voice sounded.

"Daichi-kun actually says 'Hi,' to me instead of grabbing my arm," I told him in a "you should know this" tone.

     After a few moments of awkward silence, I turned around to see Naoki. He smiled at me, and I smiled back, attempting to not scan his outfit, or as Naoki likes to say it, "check out his hot body." He was wearing a plain white T-shirt paired with a rusty-red pair of cargo shorts. On his feet were a simple pair of black Vans. In my opinion, he dressed simply but also nicely.