InsaneJournal

WHO: Renju, Kozue.
WHAT: Despair.
WHEN: Afternoon after the 2-B debacle.
WHERE: Outside school.
WHY: Shared misery is half misery?


It had been a long, long day at school today, and for once not by choice.

The school was buzzing after that fiasco, apparently, but Renju had missed most of it, having been one of the few members of 2-B to stay for the entirety of the clean-up. (She had given up on trying to wipe off the glitter; the panda costume had gotten most of it at first, sure, but the cleaning effort had made it worse than a couple of single large doses could ever have been.) What she caught on her way out, shoulders slumped and swearing never to wear black and white again, were mere aftershocks in comparison to the initial impact of the... event. Really, she was at a loss for any better words to describe it that didn't just degenerate into synonyms for "terrible". Her class, formerly only particularly notable for being contenders for the highest average exam scores, was now the laughingstock of Nanakamado.

She caught a pair of underclassmen from 1-A pointing at her and giggling; she shot them a disgusted look, huffed irritably, and moved on.

At any rate, she decided, it wasn't important. They'd get done with the next couple of days and everyone would move on, preoccupied with the next bit of news or gossip, and she could go back to business as usual. (As "usual" as business ever was, at any rate.) And she could forget that ridiculous "chaos theory" business she'd felt obligated to spruce up from the script she'd been handed that morning.