“As the season changes and a New School Year starts, we as students will continue to live our rose-colored youth, learning together, bonding together and living together, all as one student body.” The student was starting to wind down his “start-of-the-year” speech in front of his colleagues, “To the First years starting a new chapter in their lives, and the Third Years, preparing to leave this current chapter, and move on to greener pastures, I wish that all of you truly experience the fruit of youth, together with the support of our Faculty, Staff, and the whole student body. I am your Student Council president, Moriyama Makoto, wishing all of you a fruitful and happy High School life here in Namirin. Thank you.”
Makoto stepped of the pedestal and gave a bow to the Principal and the School Faculty, who were sitting on the far right of the stage, he then bowed to the students as they applauded his speech, he moved to the far back area of the stage and sat beside his red-haired Student Council Secretary, Nishikino Naomi.
“Good job, Makkun!” She stood up and beamed at Makoto, Makoto returning the hug. “Thanks, Naomi.” He said, prompting a giggle from the secretary. He sat beside his secretary, and assumed a formal and well mannered posture, listening to the Principal’s words.
“Now, presenting the top notcher of our 9th graders from our associated Junior High School. Presenting Miss…” The principal takes a look at his notes once more, and furrows his eyebrows, clearly having a hard time reading the text on the piece of paper, “Miss… Misa-Sai-Ki…uhm…” This prompts a laugh from the students, including a small chuckle from Makoto. “Ah, Miss Sakito Ai, a round of applause.”
Laughter and chatter turn into applause, as a girl, who had her hair in one low ponytail and an unbuttoned blazer stepped onto the pedestal. Her unsightly appearance, and seemingly dead eyes brought the students’ curiosity ablaze.
Whispers of “she’s the top notcher?”, “Yo, She looks like a rebel!” and “apart from the dead eyes, she’s kinda cute.” can be heard amongst her colleagues. If this annoyed her, she didn’t let it show on her face, nor her body language…honestly it looked like she didn’t mind.
“Yo.” She started, some feedback played on the speakers at the sudden spike of sound, making everyone in the auditorium flinch apart from Ai. “Thanks, Mr. Principal for your introduction…reminds me that I should write my name in Hiragana to please an old man’s eyes. ” This made the students laugh, and made the principal release an awkward chuckle, slightly shedding a better light on their opinion of her.
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“Anyways,” This brought the students’ attention back to her speech again, “In response to Mr.Moriyama’s speech. I felt genuinely touched…inspired if I may say. The beautiful heartfelt emotions from his speech wishing us a great school year flew through the air in a beautiful act of speech and this, tugged at my heartstrings.” Despite her deadpan delivery, this still made Makoto smile, intently listening to her speech.
The good light that was shed on her reputation was then gone in an instant with just one line from her speech.
“Except for the fact that each and every word uttered from his mouth was a load of bullshit.”
This sent the auditorium into shock. The silence was enough to hear the rustling of clothes from a very uncomfortable Student Council President, despite this, she continued, “Rose-colored youth my ass. If anything High School is nothing but a melancholy canvas crafted by a depressed artist, desperately trying to put his youth in a good light, to put colour to old memories far from his reach, All the falsifications of Romance, Friendship, and Camaraderie that he tried so hard building using ungenuine feelings,” She sneered, “All of those memories coloured in bright flower-like palettes, despite the very fact that his whole painting being a load of bullshit that all his quote-end-quote ‘friends’ might have forgotten by now,” She paused, inhaling the shock, outrage, and general confusion of the auditorium.
“High School isn’t what you see in terrible Anime, Light Novels and Manga. It is a place where desperate idiots try to build relationships with others, that would eventually end with just one Graduation Certificate.” Her blank face then took on a sadistic smile, “Once you move unto these so called, greener pastures, all those friendships are gone, in just a blink of an eye.” She closed her eyes, and quickly opened them once more, attempting to give her speech some sort of flare. “Your friendships and relationships will all end by Third year, and that’s coming from a freshman. Youth is a part of life filled with hidden deceit, lies and just plain bullshit.” Ai was starting to wind down her “start-of-the-year” speech in front of his colleagues, “Youth is not a High School Romantic Comedy where everything will go right as expected.” She took on a smirk, “and you’re all a bunch of numbskulls to even think so.”
She stepped of the pedestal and gave a 90 Degree bow, her face back to a blank face. She retreaded into backstage, instead of sitting on her original seat in the far back of the stage.
Makoto was bearing witness to all students with mixed emotions, finally being released from all the tension that one freshmen started.
Safe to say, the students did not like Sakito Ai one bit.