I'm just gonna copy and paste into the notes and credits cuz im rlly tired and dont have the energy for this. Also, my apologizes for the wait ! This has been done for while, i just didnt wanna post it before the revision stage. Enjoy :D ~~~~~~~~~~~ wait :0 ! before you read: summary : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1263299330/ chapter 1:https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1263481078/ chapter 2: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1279003239/ finished? great ! have this: Flashback (between chapters 3 and 4) : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1304416228/
Chapter 三 Well, this was certainly interesting. I definitely was not the crazy one. Or maybe I was…? I honestly did not know. Confused, I began to ask my other classmates about Sei. “Ichika-chan, do you know Ishikawa Sei?” “Never heard of an Ishikawa.” I tried again. “Kaito-kun, is Ishikawa Sei in this class?” “No, I don't think I even know who that is.” Seriously? “Yamamoto-kun, please tell me you know who Ishikawa Sei is,” I asked, sounding deranged at this point. “Sorry, Yuki-chan, I’m not familiar with that name.” “CHIKUSHO-” That was it. Why does NO ONE know who Sei is? I mean, they weren't popular, but I didn’t think they were that unknown that no one would notice if they disappeared suddenly. The chimes of the bell went off again. Gosh, when would I ever have time to figure this out? *********** I pulled out my chair in math to sit down at my seat, not even bothering to take out the sheet we were meant to check over. I took my glasses off, putting my hands on my head. Think, Yuki, THINK. Sei isn’t here; they are nowhere to be contacted or found, and no one even knows who they are. How am I supposed to be able to fix this? I decided to believe that maybe I was dreaming, but a quick pinch on my hand proved otherwise. Despite the rational explanation for being awake, I still wanted to find a way out of this nightmare. By that time, I had looked at the board and gotten out my paper, hoping the flow of numbers in my brain would cancel out all this Sei confusion. *********** Soon enough, the fourth hour rolled around. I tapped my foot repeatedly, anxious about getting to lunch, the following hour. Finally having time to breathe and figure off where Sei had gone off to would be great. I really needed to find out where they went, and that needed to happen soon. I didn’t know how much longer I could go without them there to cheer me up and listen on and on to me talk about the things I was dying to share with them; something no other person I know would do. And how could someone like them be forgotten so easily? I get that Sei wasn’t friends with a lot of people, but surely people would remember that one person who sat in the back of their class, right? It all just seemed so odd to me. *********** Japanese, my least favorite subject, surprisingly flew by quite quickly. It’s usually hard for me to focus on the things I’m reading for extended periods of time in this class, as I get bored and distracted easily. Today, though, we got to study using review games. Picking partners without Sei here was tough, though…I’m not that good at working with anyone besides them, so I ended up working alone. Although this was intended to be a fun class, I had trouble finding the light in it; I’ve always struggled to do things on my own, as stupid as that sounds. Without Sei, my world darkens, allowing less and less light in until it becomes pure blackness. It was as if someone had taken my glasses and thrown them out the window, never to be seen again. I understand I shouldn’t rely so much on one person, as when they are finally gone, I’ll be left like a defenseless stray kitten. But it’s hard not to lean on the only person who has ever truly been a friend to you constantly, even though it may not be beneficial in the long run. *********** After surviving Japanese class, I finally had the time to go back to the art room. Even though we eat lunch in our classrooms, we are still allowed to go to other areas (outside, club rooms, etc.) during the break. The door was still bugging me. It couldn’t have been new, since it takes more than one night to build something even as small as a closet. It seemed so irrelevant, and others would tell me that I was just overthinking it, but I knew that there had to be at least some significance behind it. And anyway, I needed to contact Sei. After calming my nerves by checking out the closet, I’d be able to focus all my attention on Sei, without these two separate things overlapping, living rent-free in my head. I walked in, everything seemingly the same as this morning, though some chu-ichi students had left out paintings to dry and weren’t the best at putting away their materials. I put down my things on one of the empty tables and walked toward the workspace room. I entered and, yet again, everything seemed the same as it was in the morning. I grabbed the cold door handle and gently opened the door…
