Who was that guy? Why haven’t I seen him before in our school? He wears Kitahoro high uniform…maybe he’s a trespasser! I have to tell our teacher! What am I gonna do?! …

No that’s impossible,  I judged that guy too quickly. … Oh forget it. Maybe the uniform just looked similar. It’s impossible he goes to Kitahoro high too… I haven’t seen him before. Hmmm…

I arrived home. “Tadaima…” I said, and headed straight to my room. I had homework to do. English. Nosebleed… oh well, I’ll just study hard. But I find it hard to study…that guy who waved at me kept popping in my head. The uniform, the gesture… I should really stop thinking about that boy.

The next day, I went to school. I passed through the gate. Some boys and girls froze. I hear whispering. I’m used to it. I’m used to it. Don’t mind them. I went straight to my classroom. “O-Ohayo…” Not even one responded to my good morning. I sat down on my chair quietly. …

I feel sad. Really sad. Lonely. I sank down on my chair. Tears began to stroll down my face. To them…I look…like…Sadako. A ghost. A scary person. I slowly looked up, and looked at the classroom’s door. “…!”

The guy… The guy who waved at me yesterday… he passed by. Is that…really him? Suddenly, I feel interested to find out who he was. What year is he? What’s his name? Who is he?

The lunch bell rang. I walked to my locker. I grabbed a notebook and closed the door. When I turned round, he walked past me. “…!” Then suddenly, my mouth began to move by itself.

“Who are you? Are you new here?”