User:Ashlade/Sigmund

It is already how many times; do I move from one place to another?

When is the first time I started to move place?

I think it is already years ago…

But I am still 16 years old; I do not think it was that long time ago.

Since I was in first year of elementary school?

It was 10 years ago then?

It was quite long ago then…

More than half of my lifetime, I move from one place to another.

It was not like I want to move places…

However, my parents keep moving around, so I cannot stay in one place for a long time.

Every year, even every month, the scenery I see when I wake up keep on changing.

It was not because of the seasons.

It was just because I do not live in the same place for more than three weeks.

I keep changing places, changing schools, changing classmates from one time to another…

I heard from my parents this time, that we will stay in this place longer than usual.

Longer?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">One day longer?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">Or will it be a month?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">Or is it possible to be longer?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">Is it possible for me to stay with people I meet daily longer?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">Is that mean I can make more friends?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">But does not it mean I will feel sadder when we go apart?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">The longer we stay together, the more sadness comes when we go apart.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">But…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">Is it okay…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">Only for this moment…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">For me to feel how it was to have best friends?

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify">Chapter 1 – Fool Arcana

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">It was the same day as always for everyone. A usual morning as I opened the window and let the morning breeze went into my room. I sat down as I took out a deck of tarot cards. Shuffle the cards, and took a look at the result.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“It is not that bad,” I giggled as I left the room, with Fool Card lying open on the desk.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">It was my usual habit before starting the day, doing a tarot. It was since I was little that I started to do this. Something like giving hope or showing a danger sign. I always believe that the result is true.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">As I walked on the sideway, people were rushing in the early morning to catch busses or trains to go to school or work. The bus going to Crawford High School was packed and sometimes you could not even hop into it. As the bus went near the school, it was even more crowed as no one went out, but more people went in. It was just common day for everyone going to Crawford High School… I guess.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">As the bus stopped at the Crawford High School, I looked up in front of the entrance gate. The majestic main building was as big as the largest shopping mall I ever saw. It had five storeys on the left and right of a three storeys building. The three storeys building was the place where facilities for most students visited, such as cafeteria, library, meeting hall and many others. While the 5 storeys building on each side were for Junior High School on the west wing and Senior High School on the east wing, both for general course. Specialised Classes such as Art Class, Science Class, Literature Class, Sport Class and many more were taught in different building for each of them. These Specialised Classes were for people that already decided what they wanted to study in university, while people that were still thinking what they wanted to do, or even wanted to study the entire subject available, they chose the general course. Each floor on upper part of the main building in both east and west wings separated the three classes, while the bottom two provide rooms for club activity and laboratory. The path towards the main building was made of gorgeous pebble with green plants with lovely flowers and trees decorating on each sides and a large fountain erecting in the middle of circular road. The entrance gate was standing firmly dividing the school ground and the road. The female students walked towards the main building gracefully while the male students walk courteously. Although I moved from one place to another, it was the first time for me to see such extraordinary scenery during my school entrance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">As I walked inside the main building, the interior was like those high classes buildings that I could only see from magazine or television, something I considered to be out of reach from my current condition. I could not believe that my father was the friend of the headmaster of this school. I just could not come to the point how they could be friend.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">After I finished my administration and other stuff, I could finally walk into the classroom. As I walked behind my new homeroom teacher, I could not stay calm. I could feel sweat going through my cheek while I turned my head left and right a lot of times. I was very nervous, what kind of high class students would there be in my class. I met a lot of students so far, but never once I went into an extraordinary school like this. I was pretty sure that the students would be different from the one I usually met.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">As the homeroom teacher walked into the classroom, he started to speak to the whole class, “Uh hum… Can I have an attention for the moment everyone?” as the class still chattering about something.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Well, I just start now then. As you all know, we will have a transfer student for this class starting today, Clainvalley-san, please come in.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">When I was called, I started to walk inside the classroom, and standing in front of the class. I took a chalk and write ‘Renne Clainvalley’ on the blackboard and started to introduce myself, “Renne Clainvalley, pleased to meet you.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">After I said my name, I heard some people whispering about my family.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Clainvalley, is not it the well-known artist in the newspaper two days ago?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“I heard of that name before, I heard the artist always paint beautiful natural scenery as the object.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">As usual, what they would see was my mother, the famous painter who spent most of her time painting in the canvas for her daily life. It was certain that they would approach me while asking about how my mother did her work or anything related to her. I though this school would be different, but it came out to be the same…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">When I thought like that, suddenly one of the students stood up. Her green eyes were sparkling beautifully as those were supported by cute face and long blue hairs. Both of her hands were on both side of the cheek respectively. Her tiny mouth started to open and let out a cute voice, “So cute!” but it seemed that she did not even realise what she was doing, more like it was a reflect to say that. When she realised her surrounding, she blushed and sat down while saying, “Ah, I… I’m sorry!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">The class chattered suddenly change from my mother to her attitude. It seemed that she was not the type that said things like that in the class view. But thanks to that, I was able to avoid the uncomfortable situation I was in before.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Please be quiet everyone,” the homeroom teacher started to speak again after remaining silent during my introduction, “Well, it seems that Rhylleia-san has some interest with you, maybe you two can be friends. Oh, and there is an empty seat beside her, you can use that seat now.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Okay,” as I said while walking into the seat I was assigned into.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“And also, Rhylleia-san, please show her around the school during the break.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Yes, I will do my best,” she said. This time, the cute voice I heard just now was nowhere to be heard as her voice became cool and mature like expression could be felt from her voice. Maybe this was her usual voice? No wonder all of the class were fussing about it when they heard such different voice coming from her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">After some series of lesson, the school bell rang. I tidied up my desk, putting the Math book used during the previous hour and put back the pencil and ruler to the pencil case. At that time, a lot of the students were walking out of the classroom, I wonder if the next subject had to do with laboratory session?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Let’s see… After math…” as I mumbled while straighten my index finger to help me found the subject I looked for. While I was doing so, the girl beside me stood up and asked me, “Shall we go now?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Where?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">I asked with low voice while continued looking for the next subject. A few second later, before she started to speak, I found the one I was looking for.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Oh, the next subject is P.E., sorry, I am not used to the schedule yet, let’s go to the changing room…” as I put my hand into my bag to take my P.E. uniform. Maybe they walked out to change into P.E. uniform. That certainly answered out my question.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Um… I think you forget to put the break time in the schedule, because we currently are having a break,” she said while smiling awkwardly as she tried to hold her laugh, “Here, in this part, we have break.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Eh, is that so?” as I put back the P.E. uniform which is half taken out from my bag, I tried to laugh to hide my embarrassment, but my face turned red from feeling embarrass.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“It is okay, you have not used to it anyway,” as she smiled, this time, she did not seem to forced her smile.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Um… If I recall it right, you invite me to go somewhere, right?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Yes, around the school, I was assigned to escort you around the school by our homeroom teacher, or have you already forgotten it?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Maybe…” as I tried to smile because I totally forget about it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:1.0cm">“Then, shall we go?” she smiled as she lifted her right hand.

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