I woke up hazily with my eyes still shut. After yawning and stretching I barely managed to open them. I was on the floor, seemingly too tired to make it to my bed.
The next second - I saw it.
An open notebook on my desk, with bold scratchy lines. Lines that seemed to be written in a rush. Non uniform, in a way that seemed panicked even. Despite the jumbled mess, it was readable - familiar even. It was my handwriting.
As I glanced down at the words of the open notebook, I seemingly couldn't recall ever writing it. But my rushed handwriting was a testimony to my memories.
"5/5/17
I cOuldn't t0uch see hear Taste or smell it. BUt it's there soMehow, Hashi."
The date written was yesterday.
From the first two sentences I had noticed 2 peculiar things. One being the obvious poor grammar, which matched alongside the rushed writing.
The second?
Perhaps I knew I was going to lose my memories.?
My name full name is Takahashi Rin, but refer myself as Hashi.
I wrote the 2 sentences in clear third person and used Hashi like I knew I would forgot...
Something was clearly wrong as I'd have no reason to prank myself.
Despite having few friends, I wouldn't ever get the need to talk with myself through past and future objects like this notebook.
With a sweat running down my forehead, I sighed and a few seconds later...
it clicked.
It was likely one of Granny Yūka's unusual pranks like she always had done.
Although we weren't blood related, her teasing personality somehow had affected me to the point where I had thought we were related at one point.
She'd always try cheering me up when I was down in the dumps, and despite not having my original parents, I couldn't care less as she was always a parent figure to me.
She supported me financially and took care of me when I was a baby, so why should I care about 2 random figure I've never seen before?
Brushing aside old memories, it was quite obvious as how the words referring to me as Hashi in the notebook and the fact I've been living with her for all my life was more than enough reason for her to be familiar enough to copy my handwriting.
"Hmh, she almost had me for a second." I triumphantly puffed out my chest as though I was the victor in a meaningless fight.
Glancing at the mirror, I saw my poor black, bed hair and state I was in.
Coughing twice in embarrassment, I slummed back to my tired posture like a zombie.
What am I even doing...?
Granny Yūka would tease me to no end if she saw what I was just doing.
Sighing once again - I left the room, feeling a slight breeze hit me from behind.
Not bothering to look back as I knew the source was my cracked open window, I shut my door completely.
Unbeknownst to me, the papers of the notebook flipped a couple pages, turning to another section.
What laid there were no words, but fingerprints of blood smudged onto the papers, illuminated by the sun's perpetual gaze.
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As the school bell rang I lifted my head up from my desk, while the Ayaka Sensei began her role call.
A dyed blond hair guy with piercings sitting in front of me leaned his chair back onto my desk, while yawning.
Seeing this, I pulled on his nape before letting go after another second.
"Eek!"
"Pff, so much for the tuff guy act, Hiro." I whispered
"I was just trying to mess around a bit. You didn't have to pinch that hard!" Hiro whispered back.
This stereotypical delinquent, despite his looks, was actually pretty sweet. His full name being Takeshi Hiro.
"I'll make sure it hurts a lot more next time." I commented back smirkingly.
As we continued play arguing and got immersed, I failed to notice my name being called.
"Rin. Rin. Rin!"
"Ah, here!"
As a couple of gazes fell back onto the back of the class where Hiro and I were sitting, a couple of giggles could be heard.
"Make sure you pay attention next time!" Ayaka Sensei said with an irritated face.
"Right, sorry."
Everyone's' gazes fell back onto the front of the class, and a few continued giggling, while Sensei continued roll calls. Everyone's gazes -- except one.
The class president's. She continued staring at me with her thick black glasses for a few seconds before her twin braided hair swung back around, to the front where she also sat. Her stare was indiscernible as her glasses covered up any left over expression she rarely showed.
Li Fang was her name.
Trivia Time!!! (U can skip this)
Hello, author here.
I value names quite often for characters - sometimes even the name researching taking a longer time to find than writing some chapters. With that in mind what does Hashi mean?
Takahashi means high bridge, but Hashi is his nickname he prefers. This means bridge and in western tales, there are tons of stories of different bridges that connect to supernatural dimensions and entities. So what does that make Hashi, our dear little protagonist?
Taking my writing style into account, what does Granny Yūka's name signify? Hiro? Li Fang? Hint: It goes hand in hand with their traits!