Night Rain: Chapter Seven

“Now you see, class, the sine of the angle of incidence is equal to the coefficient of the material times the sine of the angle of reflection…”
God I hate optics. I can barely listen to Mutou right now.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIING!
FREEDOM! Not even Mel Gibson can capture how happy I am to be free.
Suddenly, I’m pinned where I stand.
“Huh?”
It’s Mikado and the blue haired girl she talks to.
“Hello, Mikado. And who are you?”
She doesn’t say anything.
“Oh, my bad, Aiko. Wahaha! Shicchan here is deaf. Hold on.”
Woooooow. Smooth, Amaya. Smoooooth.
She makes a few gestures, probably asking how she wants to be introduced. Because really, if she wanted to, Mikado could introduce me herself considering she’s a deafmute. Well I THINK she’s a deaf mute. I never heard her talk.
“Our glorious Leader, the almighty gift from the Heavens, Hakamichi Shizune!”
Did I hear that right? I swear, I was just introduced to Kim Jong Un.
“Amaya Aiko. Hokkaido Representative.”
Mikado looks like she’s having trouble signing the last word as she tries to sound it out. Once Shizune figures it out, she smirks a bit. Glad even the deaf can get my sense of humor.
“Well, esteemed representative from the snowy PEAKS of Hokkaido, our glorious leader wishes to extend to you the courtesy of joining her for lunch in the cafeteria.”
I love her sense of humility. A lot to learn from this one.
“It would be my pleasure to accompany our dear leader during lunch.”
“Wahaha~ Excellent! Let us be off!”
And with that, I was semi-joyfully dragged off to the cafeteria.
I hate cafeterias.
It’s a sociological frenzy. All the cliques that establish themselves around the tables. Now, to what extent that applies to Yamaku from my old school has yet to be seen.
No real discernible group of jocks. At a school for cripples, that makes sense, except the track team. Guess the limbless have to stay in shape, too. Is that a 12 year old girl with no legs carrying that tray of food? Weird.
Other than that, the students seem to share a similar mindset and set of values. There are no goth kids here, no animefags. Pretty normal. So whitebread, I could puke.
I look over the food choices. It’s so fancy, I feel like I could be at a restaurant. Then I realize it’s because of special diets. Disgusting.
I go with something that seems normal. Some ramen. How bad could that be, right?
There they are, back of the cafeteria under a huge vent. God, how could anyone miss that giant mound of pink? It’s like that’s the sole reason why her hair is that way.
“So, Aiko, how has Yamaku been to you so far? Are you loving it here? Wahaha!”
Good god, who gave this girl sugar?
“Um, it’s...fine, I suppose.”
“Just fine? Aww, did you hear that, Shicchan? She doesn’t like Yamaku.”
Wait, hear? Didn’t you tell me she’s deaf? I’m about to say something when I realize Mikado has been signing everything for Shizune the whole time. She probably says “hear” to maintain some semblance of normality.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to make a rash judgement after only twenty four hours on campus.”
“Wahahah, true, true, Aiko! Too many decshisions have been made rashly!”
How rude, speaking with a mouth full. I mean it’s probably easier to do that when signing, but not for us hearing people.
“What is there to actually do here? I never got a chance to explore yesterday because I had to be hospitalized.”
“Hospitalized?!”
Even Shizune manages to look surprised. Funny, I thought the only look she could pull off was cocky or angry.
“Eh, a spider bite. Nothing too serious. I’m still standing, aren’t I?”
As I say that, a little girl in a wheel chair, who couldn’t have been more than 16, starts to cry and wheels herself away as if she was about to come over and introduce herself to me. Wow, Aiko, you fucking asshole.
“Um…should I…”
“Should you what, Aiko? Go apologize for that remark to that girl?”
Well…

[__] APOLOGIZE
[__] DO NOTHING