“Yuki!! Yuki, are you ok?!” “Oh, —. I’m gonna be in deep water…” “Oh, my god. Oh my god. Hold tight, Yuki, I’m calling the ambulance!!!”
My name is Yuki Ebibuzawa.
“YUKI?!?! Oh, dammit, she’s bleeding even more now!!!” “Hold on, baby. Hold on!! The ambulance is almost here!”
Well, that’s my name now. I changed it. Isn’t that awesome?!
“There’s nothing more we can do. She’s going to die.” “I can’t believe I hit a child. Dammit! I’m so sorry!”
Well, the hospital workers were right. But honestly? They shouldn't have bothered fixing me if they knew what would happen in my next life.
Let’s back up about a year. Then maybe this’ll make sense. We’ll get to the main story after that, I promise. Okay? Great!!
My name is Marie Anita. I’m an average middle schooler– at least in the way of grades. My personality and everything else are all my own! I’m a little bit crazy, so my few friends are always having fun with me! I hope. I love, well… nothing much. But maybe anime? And manga? I get teased for liking them on a daily basis. But it’s not that bad, honest!!! My only problem is that the kids yell what they think is Japanese at me, but they put consonants together, and sometimes the words have barely any syllables… Never mind, ranting about it is just silly.
Anyway, today’s my last day at Maryland Middle School, the school that produces kids that are exactly alike. It’s super annoying. The popular kids are, like, manufactured.
I ride my bike to school usually. But today, I set off at the crack of dawn because yesterday I wanted to see if I could put nails in the tires of my bike so it would make a nice noise when I rode but it turned out that doing that made holes in them and my parents got super mad because now we have to go buy new ones. So now I’m walking. Wow, you just read a very long, run-on sentence, give yourself a pat on the back.
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Whoah. I get off-topic pretty easily, huh?
So!!! I was walking through the town, thinking about ditching. They say go out with a bang! So that’s exactly what I did. I stopped in the general store because for some reason they have sparklers. So I went in, used some of my cold hard $CASH$ to buy some, left, remembered that I forgot to buy some snacks, went back in, bought the food, left for the final time, then went to the park to sit down. It was a nice early summer day, and I worked on my Japanese as I sat. I looked at the sky. The clouds were gray, so I assumed it’d rain later. It did smell like the rain, after all. I opened a bag of candy.
”あ、い、う、え、お。" A, i, u, e, o. The five vowels. It’s much easier to say when there’s no “sometimes y”. I move on from the vowels column. “か、き、く、け、こ。” Ka, ki, ku, ke and ko. Hmm. Doesn’t ka mean mosquito and ko mean child? Yeah, I think so.
Aaaaaand it started to rain. Right as I got ready to do something. How annoying.
I stand up. Stretch, look around, and decide to take a calming walk. I hop over puddles, walk through the woods, and end up in the clearing that has the shops. Might as well buy a couple… things. I stop in the store that is somewhat accurately titled “A Hodgepodge Of Items That You Will Never Need”. I disagree with the last part. I need something from there.
Haha, you thought it was something ominous like an obsidian spear or a wand, didn’t you? Nope! It’s just a nametag. Yeah. A nametag.
I successfully bought it. The cashier accepts my money. I think she looks like a grandma. She looks at me with a wild grin. “Thanks for shoppin’ at A Hodgepodge Of Items That You Will Never Need, dearie. Have a gee-reat day, love!”
Definitely a grandma. A Southern one.
Nametag acquired. Placed in inventory.
I take the nametag back out. I rummage in my bag for a good 4 minutes. Finally, I found a pen. I write “Yuki Ebibuzawa” on it. That’s the name I always wanted. May as well take it to my new school.
Wow, my handwriting is actually good. I decide to write my new name in hiragana, too. ”ゆきえびぶざわ”. I’m proud of myself for remembering it.
The rain is falling so hard I can barely see. I decide to walk back to the general store. The journey will be a vey wet one, but rewarding nevertheless.
Hehehe. Like my fancy talk? I’m amazing.
After a bit, I reach the road. I’m freezing, wet, and my socks are squishy. I mess around for a bit. “Squish-squish, ‘tis what the socks say. They’re VERY GROSS on my feet, and I DON’T LIKE IT!!!!! RAIN, GO AWAY! DON’T COME BACK, OK?!?!!” Hmm. I need to work on my rhymes.