June 11, 1999 -- After School

[kouyouensei]

[Friday. A simple time when people are rushing more rambunctiously out the doors and are more likely to leave them ajar should somebody who doesn't attend insist on entering the school building. Clicking heels ring through the halls and soon enough Haruhi's abandoned classroom radar goes off.

Currently her heels hover a few inches above the floor as she's leaned forward to slam the table with all her might, eyes watering from the dust pushed into the air.]

What do you MEAN they still haven't given you guys' club official recognition? This is head and shoulders above some of the other so-called activities! You have a calligraphy club at this school, don't you? All they do is write.

Who does a person have to talk with around here for some justice?

[Turning her head from person to person with expectant glares. A gentler glare for Maria by a slim margin]

Comments

[all_onis_are_true]

Like what?

[He regretted asking the moment the words left his mouth.]

[kouyouensei]

Things like... like... people who put their chopsticks straight up can know they won't be haunted and their departeds spirits rest in peace... or your life will be fine every year after you break a mirror, you know?

[all_onis_are_true]

You mean things people should have known anyway?

[kouyouensei]

How did those stories circulate in the first place if they didn't come from experience? Maybe coincidences that were hysterically grouped together...