Novel & Cerita Shuu Ni Ichido Classmate Wo Kau Hanashi

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

Still, on the outside, I somehow managed to calmly explain, "He's my neighbor." "Oh!" The girl softly clapped her hands together, nodded, and smiled a small smile. "That makes sense..hehe so the transfer students are neighbors, what a small world." "So..." As I stared at her I tried to remember all the times I had to pass up papers. "Arima... Katsumi-san was it?" Her face lit up. "You remember?" Thank god. You can stop breying now inner donkey. That's right, shut up. "I remember pretty much the names of all my classmates just not their faces."

“Oh, how is this? Shasha still hasn't got her seatmate. This time Shasha couldn't sit alone anymore. Shasha must be feeling very lonely.” Madam Sharon said while cupping her cheeks in frustration. Hmm, I wanted to raise my hand and say that I'm perfectly fine sitting alone even until I graduated from highschool. I rolled my eyes at Senine and her gang who started smiling meaningfully at each other. It was clear what happened in my previous life would repeat itself. I took a deep breath as I looked out the window. Towards class 2-1 which is Alliando's class. Looks like their class is doing sports class and they seem to be playing soccer.

And remember, not all of the stories I tell you are true. ++++++++++ Friend No. 1: Japanese Doll This story was from a batchmate of mine during high school. It happened back in her first year of college near Intramuros. They said that during those days, a male classmate of theirs brought an old Japanese Doll. It’s the kind that sings, I don’t even remember why he bought it. Maybe it was just for show. While lunchbreak was ongoing, their classmate made the doll sing by turning it on. The sound was scary, they said, kind of like a chant. Of course, since none of the Japanese languages were familiar to any of them, they couldn’t understand it.

He held out his hand, "That's good, then. Let's be partners, hmm?" "H-Huh?" I was like, 'are-you-fucking-serious-right-now'? Damn, it surprised me big time. We have never talked before, this is the first time, dude! And for the first time, I think this is too sudden! My goodness! "Tch, what did he see in her?" Classmate no.1. "Yeah, right? Why her if it could be our class muse?" Classmate no.2. "Gosh, lucky her!" Classmate no.3.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

he replied, having no choice but to go along with Clara's vibe by responding to her stories about various things. "Hey, do you think that Clara is very talkative to Leon but when she’s facing us she looks like a quiet and reserved student?" "Yeah, that’s true. It’s not fair," their other classmate felt a bit of jealousy as they gossiped about the mysterious behavior of Clara when she interacted with Leon. But Leon overheard it and pondered in his mind, "Eh? Are they serious? You’re lucky, you don’t experience this kind of torture like what I had."

"There are twenty-eight students in every classroom and every semester comes new sectioning. For now, since your grades are higher than expected then you're in section A." The principal of Shinrea Senior High looked at her nephew with a smile on her face. "I'm glad to meet your expectation," Eustone displayed a slight smirk. The principal then knocked on classroom A's door. A middle-aged woman opened the door and greeted the principal. Some brief introduction happened and now Eustone is inside the class.

"So we will start with me then from left row one by one students will come here and say their name and take chocolates. Understood?" "Yes Maaaaam" "My name is Mrs. Roshni Awasthi and I'm your class teacher. If you have any problem or want anything come to me. Now come one by one and say your name here." One by one all students introduce themselves. Then Tanisha's turn came. "Hi everyone, my name is Tanisha Sharma and Meera is my best friend." Everyone looked towards Meera and she became shy. Mrs. Awasthi smiled and said "you made friends already. Impressive."