Sunoo: Part 1

 "Why were you absent yesterday?" The teacher asked with furrowed brows.

"I was sick miss, that is why i couldn't come." I replied to the interrogation with a feeble voice.

"Where is the application? Did you bring it?" 

"No miss."

"Then, stand out for the rest of the class. GO!" The teacher shouted loudly and I walked out without another word.

It was not normal for me to get rebuked at often by the teachers. Though it isn't normal too that i don't bring an application after one day leave. And i think i somewhere know, i lied.

I didn't lie about being sick, i lied about bringing the application. It's in my bag in the last chain, crumpled to a hard stone which i made while walking to school. On the way i met some mad men arguing about something and that made me furious about my absence in school. I wanted to keep the attendance 100 but the one common-cold virus entering my nose made it weird for me about everything in school.

I loved coming to school until a few weeks ago something caught me off guard and i haven't been able to take my eyes off it since then. 

I and few of my friends were taking a stroll down the backside of the school. It was a normal place for the sweepers and keepers to come and go since the place had a big storeroom at one of its far ends. 

I was a fan of going in dirt and mud since my childhood. I loved it that the mud would make sweet patterns on my tee and the fate or spirits around me maybe communicated by those patterns. I have been having these strange perceptions of unreasoned things since young age. If a spider crawled on my hand till my elbow and then jumped off i took it as a sign of some upcoming downfalls in my life later, like exactly if the teacher rebuked at me. 

I don't know if this has to do something with me later but i continued this to till date when i am doubtful about something. 

Something exactly like this happened later in the storeroom. I opened the door first and the dirt invaded my nose like rockets in the stratosphere. All of my friends started sneezing hard and we put on our hankeys on our nose later to stay on the safer side.

We started checking the whole room for something to get and play or discuss about it. But i don't think my friends were as dig-dippers as me. I found an old diary inside a cartoon kept at the top of 2 others. I opened it and first didn't caught anything good but suddenly the lock on this diary gleamed in my side eye. I took it out and brushed the dirt off it to reveal the cover.

Suddenly someone called from afar and the noise reached the restroom like someone screaming at an upcoming tornado. And in a moment we could hear someone's footsteps approaching the restroom. It could be the keepers for sure. My friends, who were devoid of any finding, quickly passed out the backdoor of the big restroom, leaving me alone within the dirt of cartoons. 

Well, i knew i won't be able to get out in time and so i hid behind the bigger objects. The keeper came running at the door and was huffing hard while holding a stick to the ground and one hand on the door. He looked terribly old when i caught a glimpse of him from the tiny holes of the old and tattered badminton racket. I covered myself up as much as i could to not be seen. 

The keeper then started walking around the room with the stick slamming the ground once or twice with every move of his wrinkled head. After going around for a while he went out and locked the door. And the final click of the key inside the lock marked the final sound i was going to hear of this day of the outer world.

Though i wasn't panicked about the lock when i heard it for i believed in myself of escaping any danger. I held up the diary i had found in front. It had a strange look on its face. The black shined like a dark marble in the attic.

I shoved it's tiny anterior into one of the big pockets in my blazer and ran about the storeroom to look for an escape. I traced my hand down every corner and I finally found one feeble bifold door on one side. Maybe this was from where the keepers come in when they forget their keys.

I got out and I looked about the space. I was safe. There was no one. I held the door closed and started walking out the area. Someone flickered in my side eye.

A figure, close. I suddenly looked back and a girl was standing right behind me in a similar uniform. She had long black hairs tied in a lose braid down her waist and some of her forehead curls swayed in the tiny wind blowing about. She looked so real to me, I forgot for a moment if someone could look like this, like somehow pure and beautiful. 

I flinched a bit at her presence and moved back few steps in a rush. 

"Didn't see you there." I chuckled nervously, clutching at the side of my blazer where the diary was kept since I had a strange feeling if she might be looking repeatedly at the spot.

"Are you....a new student?" I asked at her blank staring at me, as if looking at something far more deep. 

She blinked. She blinked once. Then she held out her hand.

"I am Anna." 

I gave a look at her hand first which seemed to shine like a clean white tile in the gleaming sun. I took her hand anyways, when i felt the metallic cold from the many black rings I realized she was wearing.