Dressed in the common blue school uniform with a white collard shirt underneath, (Name) was running to the station with the same boring blue school bag hanging on his shoulder. He was running late again. Nothing out of the ordinary; just another part of his common agenda. Breathing deeply while the cold air invaded his fragile throat.
He always had the option of using a bicycle. Instead of hysterically running to the station to make the last train in order to make it in time for school. However, the thought of fighting the enormously steep hill he lived on demoralized him, even if the quick and easy trip downhill on a bicycle would be another luxury added to his agenda. But (name) liked ...view middle of the document...
Entering the classroom right as the bell rings, the loud chattering that he could hear from down the hallway faded with the loud yell of the homeroom teacher, who entered the classroom right after him, to quite down. (Name) headed toward his seat located next to the windows facing the main dirt field, with the common two soccer net combination at both ends of the field.
He took his seat on the cold chair, which (name) wished was a material that conducted heat better, and started preparing for class taking out his first block textbook - Literature. However, this time, at pink envelop was sticking out of his textbook, something on in his daily agenda. Taking a quick look around to see if anyone was watching, he pulled the envelope from the textbook and looked at the front of the envelop. “To (Name),” was written on the front of the envelop; unfamiliar but yet extremely neat with a handwriting which seemed to be practiced over numerous amount of times. (Name) knew who this letter was from.
Opening the letter with the cover of the desk, he read the contents of the letter, asking him to meet the writer of letter behind the main building. (Name) heart sounded with a large “thump” while gulping down the nervousness that suddenly welded up inside his chest. (Name) knew very well the reason for this letter.
Not dating back very far, only about a two to three weeks ago, he had written a love letter to the girl sitting in front of the class in the center column. Discretely placing his letter in her shoe box like other guys or girls do with love letters in anime or dramas, (Name) had been awaiting an answer for the past few weeks. He had actually given up hopes for a reply just a few days ago, seeing no change in her reaction towards him, nor in her daily life.
But now, the reply had come,...