chapter three: surprise
I looked out the window. It was one of the most special days of the year, but it
didn't feel like it. In fact, it's been pretty bad. It was so bad I almost considered
walking to a church and praying to God to make it all right and repent for all my
Everything just sucked. Zaizen didn't return my Indie CD, I stepped on something
sharp, Tōyama owed me money, I found vandalism at the corner of the library,
somebody ripped an article out of a magazine, and Kenya didn't come today.
I tried to persuade my teacher that I was sick so I could mope on the nurse's
bed, but she didn't believe me. I decided she symbolized the devil. Just because
nothing was going my way.
It was lunch and none of my friends even bothered coming up to me. Well, I couldn't
blame them since never in my life had I advertised my birthday. I didn't enjoy
receiving gifts from my "pass and go" or "occasional hangout" friends because it
made me feel obligated to give them presents for their birthday and Christmas
from that moment on. Normally, I just received presents from Kenya and families
around the neighborhood.
I looked up in confusion. I was surprised to see Zaizen's eyes meet mine. "Zaizen-kun?"
"You don't need to act so surprised." Zaizen took the seat in front of me and passed
me a small parcel. "It's your birthday, right? A gift from me to you."
I took it and gave him a very confused expression. "How did you..."
"It's been the talk of the tennis club thanks to Kenya-san."
"Oh...well, thanks." My fingers played at the tape. "Can I open it?"
"No." Zaizen whipped out his phone. "Can you do me a favor and look a little more
I picked at the tape anyways. "Zaizen-kun, we can't put lies in your blog.
If I'm not giving you an ecstatic face, then I'm not."
Zaizen tossed his phone between his hands. "All right, you can open it. But you
have to close it back properly afterwards."
"Why?" I listened to him anyways and peeled off the tape carefully. "Just know this
doesn't mean I'll smile."
"I'm willing to bet on it." Zaizen rested his head on his hands and pointed his camera
at me. "Now hurry up."
I opened it and raised an eyebrow. "It's a keychain."
"Am I supposed to be really happy over this?"
"Wow, rude." Zaizen leaned back against the desk. "Are you this mean to your family,
I inspected the keychain. It was small and simple. "No, just to you. You're my
kouhai, so I won't use mannerisms like bowing, you know?"
Zaizen didn't reply, instead he peeked into the desk he was borrowing as a supporter.
He pulled out what looked like a packet. "Senpai, who sits in front of you?"
"Uhm, I'm not completely sure. I don't really talk to her." I tried to recall any
times the teacher called on her, but I didn't pay attention enough in class to
know. "Zaizen-kun, you shouldn't even be looking through her desk."
He ignored me and flipped through the pages. "Look, it's a cast list. Is the person
who sits here part of the drama club then?"
Both Zaizen and I jumped in our seats. The girl who responded to Zaizen gave us
an amused smile. "By the way, my name is
She turned to the flabbergasted Zaizen. "I sit here, by the way."
Zaizen slowly put the script back in her desk. "Oh."
watched him and smiled. "Are you interested in my script? We're
all auditioning to see whose play is going to make it for a performance at a festival
Zaizen looked at me and shrugged. He looked back and said slowly, "Sure."
took the seat opposite to Zaizen. "So there's this girl coming
home from school. She's waiting at the bus stop to take her home. She doesn't
live in a very residential area like everybody else so she waits alone everyday.
She lives in a communal residence, which isn't very common—or so we think."
I raised my hand. "Who is 'we'?"
"Well, naturally my club and me."
I nodded and gestured her to continue.
"Well, one day, while sitting on the bench to wait for the bus, somebody decided
to take a seat right next to her. She turns to see a male—and not to mention
a rather handsome one. Oh, we're still having trouble deciding on a male to play the
role since personally, none of us girls think anybody is very cute in our club.
"Wait, why do you know my name?" He looked just a little creeped.
-san said it while you were snooping around."
made sure she put more emphasis on 'snooping.'
"Right..." Zaizen looked down, slightly unnerved.
"Anyways, if you're interested in playing the role after I finish telling you the
skit in a nutshell, just come by this room during lunch or whenever, if you ever,
make a choice." He nodded and
continued. "So yeah, they started to talk a little. He told her he
needed to go to a tutoring class around the area. He actually had a job tutoring,
not he needed them. He tells her how he wants to buy a bike for his brother, who
had his license revoked for a year."
"Wait, why can't his brother buy himself his own bike?"
rolled her eyes. "Zaizen-san, can you just stop?"
Zaizen shut his mouth and looked down.
gave a satisfied grin. "Anyways, his brother is just in college,
so he can't exactly get a good job just yet. He works at a convenience store a mile
or two from home. Well, so the bus came and they went their separate ways. Oh, the
good part comes now. So the guy—"
turned around and faced a younger girl. She looked like she was
a first year. "I need you."
, go away."
turned back at us. "Meet my younger sister."
's sister turned to us and bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you.
I'm sorry, but I need to take my sister from you."
squinted at her sister. "What did you do now?"
's sister's eyes shifted away from her glare. "When I was on the
train, I lost my muffler..."
"You are so
stupid. I can't even."
I intervened. "What did your muffler look like?"
"It's tall and thin."
rolled her eyes. "
describes mufflers like that."
's sister looked at her sister uncomfortably. "...It's pink."
slammed her forehead on her desk. "Wow
, nice one. Lose the muffler Grandma made us."
I looked at
's sister, concerned. "Well, you know. What train did you go in? Maybe
we can find it."
rolled her eyes. "Just leave
alone. Let her be dumb on her own."
Zaizen piped up. "You know, we could ask an employee if someone turned in the
"Everyone and everything should die in a hole."
looked at the clock. "You guys should get going; class is going
to start soon.
, go meet me by the gate after school. I'll help your sorry ass."
's sister nodded. "Sorry."
She bowed to Zaizen and me before leaving. Zaizen turned to me and sighed. "I guess
that's my cue to go, too. I'll see you later, Senpai."
He nodded to
and followed said sister.
I turned to
, who replied with: "I hate everyone and everything."
I gave her an sympathetic smile before she turned back to prepare for our next
- x -
I slid the door to go home. All I wanted to do was roll onto my bed and sleep
until dinner to eat cake.
Instead of a hallway full of students like I planned in my head, I ran into
Zaizen. "Zaizen-kun, is it just me or have you been especially clingy today?"
"What's wrong with hanging out with my favorite senpai on her birthday?" Zaizen
gave me a smile.
"You better give me some kind of fee if you don't want Kenya to hear that." I walked
past Zaizen and beckoned for him to follow.
Zaizen followed suit and soon, he walked a little ahead of me. "It's all right,
Kenya can hear if he wants."
"You're ready to deal with his tears? That his precious kouhai doesn't love him
"It's not like it hasn't happened before." Zaizen put his hands in his pocket and
skipped steps at the stairs.
"Wow Zaizen, you badass. Skipping steps." I sat on the rail and slid down.
"Wow Senpai, you badass. Sliding down the rail."
"You bet I am."
Zaizen didn't reply. Instead, he chose his phone over me.
- x -
We didn't talk again until we were halfway to my house. Well, more like there wasn't
any sound until we reached the halfway mark.
~" I froze almost in disgust when I heard that nickname. I turned
to face Konjiki.
"Hello, Konjiki-san..." I kept my fair distance from Konjiki. I generally liked
Konjiki, but sometimes his odd habits and mannerisms begged me to keep a safe
distance from him.
, can you keep me co-m-pa-ny?" Konjiki winked at me and wiggled his
butt. "But naturally Yuu-kun is still the only one for me~!"
"I'm sorry, Konjiki-san, but I need to go somewhere with Zaizen-kun.." I turned
to Zaizen in hopes he would save me.
"Oh, actually Senpai, I need to go. I'll see you later!" Zaizen gave Konjiki and
me a small wave before breaking into a slow jog.
I watched Zaizen turn the corner before slowly looking at Konjiki, who backed away
and smiled. "Does a cafe sound okay,
"Why are you standing in front of my house?"
Shiraishi and I stood at the gate to my house, him being in front of me.
"I'm trying to figure out what I lost. I think you know where it is?"
I gave him a confused look. "Why would I know what you lost?"
Shiraishi ruffled through his school bag and took out his crayon box. "I think I lost
the sharp tip to my crayons."
"Huh? That was a whole week ago, Shiraishi..." My hand shot to my mouth and I cringed. "Oh crap
! I stood them up!"
"You stood me up too!" He looked like he was about to burst into tears, though he
had a hold of himself.
"Oh my gosh..I was having such a great time doing absolutely nothing, that I forgot." I
gave an apologetic look to Shiraishi. "Shiraishi, why don't you stay for dinner as an apology?
It'll be nice to eat with more people on my birthday. My parents won't mind if I bring a friend
over, and it won't be awkward since I have a sibling. You know, so you won't be stuck
with just my parents and me."
Shiraishi gave me a long look. I assumed he wasn't over his crayons since it was long
enough for him to think of going on with his life or not. "Thanks,
. I'll be intruding then."
I gave a casual prayer of thanks to the gods since Shiraishi didn't overreact and turn
into a pile of tears. I put the key for the gate into the hole, but it was already
I shook my head and warily walked in. I tried to shake it off as my parents forgetting
to lock it after shopping, but I felt like that wasn't it. I slowly unlocked the door
to my house and I looked around the hallway for any unsually placed items that could
be a threat. When I took off my shoes, I noticed there were more pairs than there
should be. I recognized one of them as Kenya's, which confused me since he didn't come
to school today, so that should equate to him being sick.
"Shiraishi, you wouldn't happen to know what's going on, would you?" I gave Shiraishi
a suspicious look.
He grinned and told me after this, he'd take me on an airplane ride for a mercy date.
"What are you going on about, Shiraishi Kuranosuke?"
"Don't worry about it. Just go on your daily routine. Dinner's at 7."
I nodded warily at Shiraishi. Now I knew for sure he was definitely involved in
something troublesome. Troublesome for me, that is. "Just sit down and behave, okay?
I'll be right back."
Shiraishi nodded cheerfully when I stepped into the bathroom. They were clearly
up to something no good. I opened a drawer; my whole family kept a set of clothes in
each bathroom just in case there were emergencies. I viewed this as an emergency. Who
knows what danger I'd be exposing my uniform to with whatever war I was going to
I tirelessly paced back and forth. I wasn't sure what I should be prepared for now that
I had a clear idea of who was involved. I tied my hair into a bun just in case I had
to do more physical work than I planned, or wanted to do, which were both basically
I opened the door. "Shirai—"
The hallway was empty. I knew I told Shiraishi to sit down and behave, but I didn't
actually expect him to. I assumed he either went to sit in the kitchen or the living
room, so I checked both. Both were empty. I squinted and decided the best option was
to go along my usual routine like he told me to. Maybe it was actually a hint.
I decided to go back to the bathroom since that's where I always went to first after
school. Knowing the school I went to, something ridiculous was probably going to happen.
I opened the cabinets for anything that could tell me what was happening. I looked at
the bathtub. I slid the curtains away and I almost let out a scream.
"Hi sweetie." My mom waved at me while she was lying down.
"Mom, my goodness." I let out a breath I was holding. "Who told you to do this?"
My mom got out of the tub. "I've only been told to tell you 'go.'"
I gave her an incredulous look. "If you say so."
I left her to do what she wanted and went to the kitchen next. I rummaged through the
refrigerator for anything sweet to drink. Nothing beat an easy day at school more
than cool and sweet peach juice. On the can of peach juice, I saw a note. Maybe I
didn't want my juice anymore after all.
Can you pretty pretty please open the bottom cupboard?
My back is going to break if you don't hurry.
I was amazed by how little effort and willpower my dad had, but I let it go since he
was getting old. I opened the first cupboard we had and waved hello to my dad.
, thank goodness you finally came. I thought I'd be there for
eternity." My dad hugged me in gratitude and went to the refrigerator for beer. "I
need a reward, okay?"
My dad and I stood in silence while we drank our beverages.
"Oh, right. I have to tell you the next word." He cleared his throat. "To."
"Which kind of 'to' is this?" I shook my can to check how much I had left.
"That's a good question. I never asked." He shrugged. "Just pick the one that makes
the most sense."
"Now that I think about it, I don't know which 'go(1)
' Mom means." I started
tapping the counter since it helped me concentrate. "What if you guys are telling me
random words for a complex riddle or something?"
Dad shrugged and threw his beer can away. "Just go to the next place and think later."
I nodded and waved him goodbye. I went to my room next for my laptop. I would leave it
in the living room where I always use it, but then I wasn't sure who would use it if I
left it there. I shivered when I thought of all the places someone could hide in my
I slammed my door open in hopes of scaring whoever was hiding in my room.
." I gaped at the sight of Shiraishi sitting on my bed with my PS Vita.
Shiraishi didn't look up from my game. "I hope you don't mind but I saved your game and
started a new file for myself."
"Oh...no. Go for it." I shuffled to the bed and took a seat on the corner. "So, what's
the next word?"
Shiraishi kicked my blanket. "I died!"
"Shiraishi, aren't you a monster(2)
? How is that shadow killing you?"
"I don't know. It's just hard." Shiraishi dropped the console to the side and
sighed into my pillow.
Curiosity killed me and I checked to see how far he got. "What the hell, Shiraishi?!
You're only on the first boss, which is hardly a boss since they make it basically
impossible to lose since you're like what, level two?"
"Beat it for me,
." Shiraishi moped under my blankets.
"No, Shiraishi. You're aiming for perfection. Don't disappoint Hironobu Sato(3)
"You're right!" Shiraishi shot back up. "I will beat him with my perfect tennis!"
"I'm sorry, Shiraishi. That's not possible."
Shiraishi sat in silence next to me.
We continued to stare at the screen while it played "I'll Face Myself -battle-."
"Shiraishi, you do realize the boss has a pattern to its moves, right?"
Shiraishi stared at the screen while Shadow Yosuke used Power Charge.
"Use Guard. He's going to attack next." I sat across from Shiraishi so I could also
see the screen. "Aren't you the captain of your club? Shouldn't you be able to figure
out your opponent's tactics?"
"Yeah...but it's different when it's a video game."
"You need to be perfect in battle, Shiraishi. I'm ashamed of you. How could you lose
to the first boss?" I shook my head in disappointment.
"I'm sorry I failed you, Hironobu-sensei."
"It's okay, Sohrab. Just try harder next time. Remember 'perfection.'"
Shiraishi sat up from his slumped posture. "Which reminds me, Kenya's waiting for
"'Go to Kenya!'" Shiraishi checked his phone for the time. "Wow, he's been sitting
there for the past hour!"
"What?!" I checked my wristwatch. I quickly got up from the bed and edged for the
Shiraishi smiled. "You'll know where."
I gave him a confused look before I was pulled out. I let out a small scream to hear
Zaizen's laugh. "
-senpai, hurry. You can't keep Kenya-san waiting."
"You guys keep telling me to go to Kenya, but you won't even tell me where he is!
I'm not some genius, how am I supposed to know where he is!?" I tugged and straightened
my shirt. "Who even let you in, Zaizen?!"
"Your mom." Zaizen's mouth twitched.
"Stop, Zaizen." I rolled my eyes. "I'm just going to leave."
Zaizen gave me a small push. "Yeah, leave, you pest. How are we going to cook when
you're sitting your fat ass in the house?"
I flicked Zaizen's forehead and ran down the stairs. "Be right back, Mom!"
I slipped on my dad's sandals since I couldn't find my own and ran out the gate
before Zaizen could make a final hit. I felt slightly irritated nobody would tell
me where Kenya was. What did they think I was in? A shoujo novel? I wasn't going to
automatically know where he was. I took the simplest route and called his house phone.
"Hello, this is
"Ah! -chan! It's been a while! How are you?"
"I'm doing fine, Oshitari-san. Thank you for asking, but I'm actually calling to see
if Kenya is home?"
I heard Oshitari-san sigh over the phone. "That stupid boy ran
out like he was late for the Osaka Marathon(4)."
I gave a small laugh when I imagined Kenya panicking and dashing out of his house.
"I can imagine him doing something stupid like that."
Oshitari-san sighed. "Right? It's just the saddest thing ever. I'm worried something
is wrong with him. Why can't he be like you, -chan? I want a daughter just like you. Can I just trade with your
parents? Oh, but it would be a crime to let them have a troublesome and odd child
I laughed nervously. "Well, what can you do? Just send Kenya on a marathon across
the globe and you can get rid of him for maybe half a year."
Oshitari-san's voice sounded brighter. "That's a very nice idea! You're such a
smart and good girl, -chan! Oh, right. You wanted to know where Kenya is? Hmm, well I
thought he was going to either your place or Kurayan's.
"Oh, he must be at Shiraishi's then. Thank you, Oshitari-san. Have a nice day! I'll
stop by soon."
"Please come by very soon, !"
I sighed. I knew Kenya wasn't at Shiraishi's, so where was he? I thought of the park.
Kenya liked the park. Amusement parks, that is. I was pretty positive Kenya wouldn't
go there if he was sick, though.
I thought of checking by GPS on my phone, but Kenya never let me register his into
my phone. However, I did
know where I was. Everyone turned their off GPS today. I
see they thoroughly thought this all through. It almost irritated me. Now I really had
no idea where to go check.
I thought of turning back and going home so Kenya could give up on his own. That is,
until I remembered Kenya's favorite activity in the world besides yelling his nonsensical
baloney and me (well, being with me better be one of his hobbies): tennis.
I thought of going Shitenhouji's tennis courts, but I felt like going to the courts
we went to over breaks was a better choice. Before heading to the courts, I stopped by
the convenience store for a warm drink just in case Kenya really was sick. Of course,
I picked myself a drink and bread.
I was nearly at the courts when I heard voices. It sounded like Hitouji and Konjiki.
I could have sworn I heard Kenya talking to them, or at least complaining? I couldn't
tell, so I tried to peek through the fencing. It almost looked like Konjiki was
harassing him, and Hitouji was in deep pain?
It was probably just another case of Konjiki hitting on Kenya and Hitouji suffering
and pining for Konjiki, so I wasn't too worried. Though I did feel a twinge of
jealousy that Konjiki could be so forward and suffer almost no consequences, or at
least nothing serious, anyways.
I decided to save Kenya and I called out his name. I couldn't see or hear too well
from the distance since they were at the farthest court.
"Koharu~ What do we do?!"
"Yuu-kun, let's run far, far away together!"
"I'll run anywhere with you, Koharu!"
"Can you guys just go?"
"Wahh, Yuu-kun~ Kenya-kun is being mean!"
"It's okay; I'll protect you, Koharu!"
"You guys are being disgusting; go away!"
Konjiki and Hitouji started prancing my way, calling each other's names. I could feel
Kenya stare at me, but I tried to brush it off. After Konjiki and Hitouji pranced off
to who knows where—not that I wanted to know, I opened the fenced entrance and
slowly walked to Kenya. I wondered if it bothered Kenya since he's such a fan of
I could feel Kenya's eyes follow me the whole time, even when I intentionally did
sporadic zigzags just to mess with him. I could see his mouth twitch; nobody as
simple-minded as Kenya could conceal his true emotions for long.
Soon enough, I reached Kenya and smiled at him. I noticed how he wore thicker clothing
even though it was warmer than usual. "So you really are sick, huh."
"Just a little." Kenya gave a small smile. I almost expected him to exclaim that even
that couldn't hold down Naniwa's Speed Star, but he didn't.
I pressed the warm can of tea I got for Kenya against his forehead. "You shouldn't
be making me treat you on my birthday."
Kenya thanked me and coughed while opening the can. "I have your present."
He passed me a large bag. I opened it and found two rackets and a few tennis balls.
I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I tried to come up with a somewhat honest response.
"Wow, Kenya... I, uh, I really like it."
"You didn't check the rest of the bag!" Kenya turned away and coughed into his sleeve.
I pushed the rackets away so I could see deeper into the bag. I found a significantly
smaller bag, but it was still a bit on the larger side. "Wow Kenya, you really can't
stop, can you? First you bring up a picture within a picture, and now you take action
with a bag in a bag?"
Kenya chuckled and told me to continue. I opened the bag to find another bag and two apples.
"Somehow, I'm not very surprised."
I opened the third bag to find a music box. I gasped in surprise and delight. "Wow, Kenya, I
didn't actually expect you to do it! Is this what your job was for?"
Kenya nodded. "I actually decided this a long time ago, but I didn't bring it up to you until
last week. I was tired for a while now because I had to pick up my pace, which was nothing for
Naniwa's Speed Star!"
Kenya quickly turned around and coughed, which brought a small smile to my face. It's not that I
enjoyed Kenya's sufferings, but it was kind of cute how he got so excited that he needed to cough.
I turned the musix box in my hands and noted the simple designs. Somehow, I felt the inside would
be drastically different from the external peaceful pastel colors and designs. I slowly opened
it and gaped at the bold colors. Inside, I found a small bag. I couldn't help but mentally
roll my eyes.
"I thought the music box would always remind you of Shitenhouji years from now. Doesn't it
remind you of it? We look like a normal school on the outside, but we're pretty awesome
once you're a student!"
"Yeah... it looks very nice, Kenya." I gave a warm smile and proceeded to open the last
(hopefully) bag. In it were multiple pictures, mainly of past purikura we had taken
together or with friends. I wasn't very good with holding onto loose items like small
strips of purikura, so I always let Kenya keep them. Kenya had cut them into their
individual pictures and left them in the bag; others were laminated small pictures from
his computer or phone. "How did you get the non-purikura ones laminated?"
"The perks of being friends with an 'attractive' library committee member." Kenya used air quotes
"Of course," I sighed. "But how did you get Zaizen to agree? I would have thought he'd think
it's a pain."
Kenya shrugged. "I guess he was being nice since it's for your birthday."
I didn't care too much after all, so I didn't reply to Kenya. Instead, I put away the pictures
and closed the music box. I grabbed the rackets and passed one to Kenya. "Let's sweat out your
"I don't think that actually works." Kenya got up anyways.
I ignored his comment and bounced the tennis ball. "I'm serving first."
I wasn't a good tennis player; in fact, I would learn more towards the incompetent side. In fact,
I wasn't sure why I played tennis with Kenya since I wasn't too big a fan of anything physical.
Maybe tennis was the exception. Or maybe it was Kenya.
Kenya and I continued to rally for another hour before I decided it wasn't worth putting in
anymore effort. "Hey, Kenya! Let's stop for today."
We sat at the bench and ate our apples in silence. Well, we weren't, but it might as well have
"...I stopped playing since it would be bad to overexert your body while you're sick."
"That's a lie," Kenya accused.
"How dare you accuse me of lying; I would sue you if we lived in America."
Kenya raised an eyebrow. I shook my head and told him to forget it. He nodded and this time, we
actually ate in silence. That is, until Kenya decided to break it.
." Kenya's voice got quiet and I felt him tense up a little.
"What's the matter?" I felt a little worried; this was a bit 'OOC' for Kenya.
"You...didn't look through all your presents yet."
If we were in an anime, there would be a huge question mark over my head. I ruffled through all
the bags and raised an eyebrow. In the last bag, I found an even smaller bag. "This is so small.
How did you even find a size like this?"
Kenya chuckled. "Let's just say Shiraishi's bandages serve more than one purpose now."
I stared at the bag. This wasn't made of Shiraishi's bandages...was it? Or did Shiraishi
unskillfully make the bag? I rubbed the material. Was this what Shiraishi's bandages felt like?
I opened the bag after deciding it didn't matter. It was a single strip of paper. Kenya started to
look jittery, which made me grin. Seeing Kenya out of his stupid and carefree persona was a
refreshing change. I chuckled. "It looks like a fortune cookie."
Kenya mumbled, "Just wait until you open it."
I sat there and smiled at Kenya.
He stared back for a while. "Why won't you open it?"
"I just wanted to see you with that panicky face for a little longer."
"I'm tired of waiting! You made me wait for you for an hour and stalled even longer with tennis!"
Kenya grabbed my hands and had them unscroll the paper.
I like you.
I felt my cheeks burn a bright red when I read those three words. I quietly muttered, "I like you
We sat in silence before Kenya rested his hand on mine. "Happy Birthday,
- x -
3 22, 2012.
Uh this is some board game that originated in China. It's a strategy
game with a 19x19 line grid. I don't understand this game at all and if you're interested
please google it during your own free time LOL. Isn't this the game Shikamaru wait
nvm that's shogi.
Referring to when Tōyama is scared of Shiraishi because of his
imagination (with poison claws or the sorts being underneath the bandages).
I was looking for a kendo master guy who's like pro but due to my
fail googling skills, I only got some German guy popular among the Osakans. I was looking
for a Osakan kendo player but to no avail. OTL OTL OTL. So I just picked Hironobu
Sato, who is the teacher/mentor of the popular German player, Sohrab. Oh and if you're
wondering why kendo, it's because they say kendo strives for perfection even when
it's not possible or something?
Self explanatory, a marathon in Osaka. It's silly because this race is
in Autumn and this DN takes place in around...I can't remember but some time around summer.
Happy very late birthday, Bo. ♥ You're now 15 omg. I REMEMBER WHEN I TURNED 15.
Erika made me corn bread and cut my bangs. Which btdubs fucked everything over so I
can never get my old bangs back. /pressed. Ok boo well. HLBD LUL. -message full of
Okay so I looked back at this and all I could think was, "You're 14 what." (Prior
to the 3rd)
I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so
so sorry this is so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so
so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so late. ;-;
But you told me to take my time and I took that to heart. Very much.
& a message to readers + Ribbon. [GOT RID OF LINK BC I DON'T WANT PEOPLE FROM SCHOOL SEEING IT LOL].
Also, I think this is the last DN that will have bigger spacing. I think I'm going to switch from
<br> to <p>, much to Ribbon's joy, I'm sure. LOL. However, <br> might pop up
one day if I decide to use <p>.