"Are you sure you'll be able to study all alone for the test tomorrow all by yourself, Kona-chan?"
"Oh yeah," I smiled in my own smug way, "I'm great at pulling all-nighters remember? I'll ace the exam no problem. Just you wait, Miyuki."
"Yeah Right, Konata." Kagami sneered and began walking in the other direction down the road. "You always say that, but you never get high than an 87."
"Thats a B, isn't it?!"
"A low one." she grumbled.
After returning home, I thought about what they had said. I dropped my school case by the door and stood still in the silence. I gazed upon every inch of the fresh tatami flooring, and sighed deeply. Sometimes, I wished the first thing I heard when returning from school wasn't dead silence. Rather the sound of a clumsy housewife dropping fine china and exclaiming "Oh...! Honey, is Konata home? Konata!" and small steps pattering into this very room. Or a smiling green-eyed face sitting at the table on the floor, sipping a steaming glass of green tea that glanced up from her book and greeted,
"Good afternoon, sweetie. How was your day? Your father I got quite bored while you were away for those long 6 hours, so we made some cookies. They're fresh out of the oven. Take a few if you'd like. But please don't forget to study for your exam tomorrow."
A few tears rolled down my face. I took a long look at the texts books that peeked out of my bag and scoffed. I then strode into my room, clicking my monitor on.
Oh, mom... why did you have to die? Why did you have to leave me, alone with dad in this house? It's so much emptier without you here, protecting me. Encouraging me. Loving me.
"Oh yeah," I smiled in my own smug way, "I'm great at pulling all-nighters remember? I'll ace the exam no problem. Just you wait, Miyuki."
"Yeah Right, Konata." Kagami sneered and began walking in the other direction down the road. "You always say that, but you never get high than an 87."
"Thats a B, isn't it?!"
"A low one." she grumbled.
After returning home, I thought about what they had said. I dropped my school case by the door and stood still in the silence. I gazed upon every inch of the fresh tatami flooring, and sighed deeply. Sometimes, I wished the first thing I heard when returning from school wasn't dead silence. Rather the sound of a clumsy housewife dropping fine china and exclaiming "Oh...! Honey, is Konata home? Konata!" and small steps pattering into this very room. Or a smiling green-eyed face sitting at the table on the floor, sipping a steaming glass of green tea that glanced up from her book and greeted,
"Good afternoon, sweetie. How was your day? Your father I got quite bored while you were away for those long 6 hours, so we made some cookies. They're fresh out of the oven. Take a few if you'd like. But please don't forget to study for your exam tomorrow."
A few tears rolled down my face. I took a long look at the texts books that peeked out of my bag and scoffed. I then strode into my room, clicking my monitor on.
Oh, mom... why did you have to die? Why did you have to leave me, alone with dad in this house? It's so much emptier without you here, protecting me. Encouraging me. Loving me.