When we pulled up to the school, it didn’t feel so good. There were so many people... and since it was a school, I was expected to interact with them. The way I’m talking about this situation makes it sound like it’s my first day at this school, but I never really was accustomed to Kamikou. I used to go to an all-girls' school, and the only guy I ever talk to is Guren anyways. It’s not like I’d talk to him in the state I am in right now. The pain was still there, albeit in small amounts. It was like light fog. It clouds your vision, but you can still see through that fog. I’m pretty confident that I can brush this pain away soon. I couldn’t think about this any longer, so I hastily snapped myself back to reality like I always do and made my way to class. - - “Miss... Himawari Mamiko? ...” “I’m sorry, sir, but it’s a different reading. My name is read as Mimeko.” I’m used to people getting my name wrong. I don’t know what my parents were thinking, but my name, when using the intended pronunciation, is Mamiko. But when I was born and they were naming me, they wrote the kanji reading wrong. They decided to just stick with it. I’m thinking about this a little more. They chose that name and never bothered to change it when realizing their mistake. Why so? I don’t understand. They seem to be the puppeteers of my life. They shaped my path and laid it straight out for me. I’m already 16! Why is it that I don’t have enough free will? Is it that I’m being too dependent on them? My mother still picks out all my outfits. ... “Miss Himawari, are you paying attention?” “I’m sorry, sir.” There’s another flaw of mine. Not paying attention.
URGHH PARTICULARLY TERRIBLE im losing motivation HAREKRPARAFAF HELP ME SOMEONE HELP M,E j
