School Girls' Stories - Year 1
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
56
Views:
8,493
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The End of a School Year
Chapter 56 – The End of a School Year
The sound of pencils scraping against paper was the only sound that filled the classroom. Students concentrated and bowed their heads over their papers and waited for the end of the year to come. Scritch scratch went the pencils.
Yuki looked to Shai’s desk. It was empty. Shai had stayed home and been allowed to take her tests from their, under the supervision of her father and one teacher. She was growing terribly large and she was having a hard time huffing it up the stairs every day. The teachers granted her the leave because they were happier just to see her ready to return to school once she had the child. Most teenaged mothers became high school dropouts, and they wanted much more out of the promising athlete.
Yuki’s eyes glanced back further to Fuji. She was pale and sweat covered the top of her brow, auburn hair sticking to the placid skin. She had been having a harder time than she thought overcoming the torn tendons in her right arm and right leg, though she strained to keep going. The pencil shook in her hand and she often found herself switching to her left hand. Not being ambidextrous she was writing sloppily on the paper, but she was nearly done, and before the rest of the class. Typical Fuji, no matter what ordeal she had gone through she was the overachiever.
Fuji limped to the front of the class and dropped her papers down on the teacher’s desk. He excused her right away and she winked to Yuki on her way out.
Yuki ran out of the classroom after class and down to the front lawn to see Fuji sitting at one of the benches waiting for her. Yuki flopped down on the bench next to her, watching the students go by. “You know, some of these students we won’t see next year,” Yuki pointed out.
Fuji gave off a small smile. “I won’t see any of them next year,” she said sadly.
“I’m sorry,” Yuki said softly. “I forgot.”
Fuji shook her head. “No, it’s okay,” Fuji laughed. “I’m going to an all girls school. It might be interesting.”
Yuki laughed. “Wouldn’t you miss the boys?” she asked.
Fuji shook her head again. “Never,” she said smiling. “I have Amatsu, and it’s not like I will see him in my classes in high school.”
Yuki nodded and her eyes scanned the crowds for Shinwa.
“Are you still coming to my mother’s wedding?” Fuji asked of Yuki. “You can bring Shinwa. I think it would make Shai, and myself, feel more comfortable.”
Yuki smiled happily. “Of course I am coming,” she laughed. “I always love an excuse to dress up.”
Fuji nodded and closed her eyes to the sunlight that shone in the warm April weather. She was exhausted from the long day, but her heart still fluttered with a bit of happiness, and a lot of sadness. She did not want to admit she would miss the school so much. Many things had happened at this school, or because of this school. Next year the small group will all be separated. Yuki would still be going to school normally, Shai would be going to school, but also taking care of a child, Fuji would be at the all girls school, and Kaori would be lost on the other side of the world somewhere. Not to mention Danko, whom no one knew what had happened to, or where her fate lied. They saw her at school, but she never bothered giving them a second glance, nor did they bother acknowledging her existence.
As if on cue Danko walked passed the two of them, her head held high, her glare fixated on the world ahead of her. She may not have stopped to glance at the girls, but they knew the glare and twitch were all for them. Neither seemed bothered by her unadulterated hatred. She had caused it themselves.
“There’s Shinwa,” Fuji pointed out to Yuki.
Yuki’s head whipped around and looked up towards the man she adored. He was coming out of the building looking defeated by the day. He walked over to them, his head hung low. “I forgot how tough school can be,” he sighed, sitting down on the opposite side of Yuki. “I think I completely failed that test.”
“I doubt that,” Yuki said optimistically.
Fuji let out a little rumble of laughter and pushed herself from the bench. “I need to be going,” she said. “I think I see Amatsu’s car pulling up.”
“It’s nice of him to drive you home so you do not have to walk it,” Yuki smiled with a romantic glint in her eyes.
Fuji nodded and bid the couple farewell, hobbling over to Amatsu’s car and slinking in beside him in the passenger seat. “Are you ready?” he asked her.
Fuji nodded. “I am ready for everything.”
The End of Year One
The sound of pencils scraping against paper was the only sound that filled the classroom. Students concentrated and bowed their heads over their papers and waited for the end of the year to come. Scritch scratch went the pencils.
Yuki looked to Shai’s desk. It was empty. Shai had stayed home and been allowed to take her tests from their, under the supervision of her father and one teacher. She was growing terribly large and she was having a hard time huffing it up the stairs every day. The teachers granted her the leave because they were happier just to see her ready to return to school once she had the child. Most teenaged mothers became high school dropouts, and they wanted much more out of the promising athlete.
Yuki’s eyes glanced back further to Fuji. She was pale and sweat covered the top of her brow, auburn hair sticking to the placid skin. She had been having a harder time than she thought overcoming the torn tendons in her right arm and right leg, though she strained to keep going. The pencil shook in her hand and she often found herself switching to her left hand. Not being ambidextrous she was writing sloppily on the paper, but she was nearly done, and before the rest of the class. Typical Fuji, no matter what ordeal she had gone through she was the overachiever.
Fuji limped to the front of the class and dropped her papers down on the teacher’s desk. He excused her right away and she winked to Yuki on her way out.
Yuki ran out of the classroom after class and down to the front lawn to see Fuji sitting at one of the benches waiting for her. Yuki flopped down on the bench next to her, watching the students go by. “You know, some of these students we won’t see next year,” Yuki pointed out.
Fuji gave off a small smile. “I won’t see any of them next year,” she said sadly.
“I’m sorry,” Yuki said softly. “I forgot.”
Fuji shook her head. “No, it’s okay,” Fuji laughed. “I’m going to an all girls school. It might be interesting.”
Yuki laughed. “Wouldn’t you miss the boys?” she asked.
Fuji shook her head again. “Never,” she said smiling. “I have Amatsu, and it’s not like I will see him in my classes in high school.”
Yuki nodded and her eyes scanned the crowds for Shinwa.
“Are you still coming to my mother’s wedding?” Fuji asked of Yuki. “You can bring Shinwa. I think it would make Shai, and myself, feel more comfortable.”
Yuki smiled happily. “Of course I am coming,” she laughed. “I always love an excuse to dress up.”
Fuji nodded and closed her eyes to the sunlight that shone in the warm April weather. She was exhausted from the long day, but her heart still fluttered with a bit of happiness, and a lot of sadness. She did not want to admit she would miss the school so much. Many things had happened at this school, or because of this school. Next year the small group will all be separated. Yuki would still be going to school normally, Shai would be going to school, but also taking care of a child, Fuji would be at the all girls school, and Kaori would be lost on the other side of the world somewhere. Not to mention Danko, whom no one knew what had happened to, or where her fate lied. They saw her at school, but she never bothered giving them a second glance, nor did they bother acknowledging her existence.
As if on cue Danko walked passed the two of them, her head held high, her glare fixated on the world ahead of her. She may not have stopped to glance at the girls, but they knew the glare and twitch were all for them. Neither seemed bothered by her unadulterated hatred. She had caused it themselves.
“There’s Shinwa,” Fuji pointed out to Yuki.
Yuki’s head whipped around and looked up towards the man she adored. He was coming out of the building looking defeated by the day. He walked over to them, his head hung low. “I forgot how tough school can be,” he sighed, sitting down on the opposite side of Yuki. “I think I completely failed that test.”
“I doubt that,” Yuki said optimistically.
Fuji let out a little rumble of laughter and pushed herself from the bench. “I need to be going,” she said. “I think I see Amatsu’s car pulling up.”
“It’s nice of him to drive you home so you do not have to walk it,” Yuki smiled with a romantic glint in her eyes.
Fuji nodded and bid the couple farewell, hobbling over to Amatsu’s car and slinking in beside him in the passenger seat. “Are you ready?” he asked her.
Fuji nodded. “I am ready for everything.”
The End of Year One