[h3][b]April 9th / Sunday / Sunny[/b][/h3]

It was already the last day of summer yet Dai wanted nothing more than to sleep in. However, the number of texts and missed calls built up in his phone won’t wait any longer. His phone vibrated for the nth time before he shifted beneath the thick covers. He groaned as he glanced around, the sun pouring into the room through the gaps at the edges of the curtain. 

His eyes gazed upon the school’s newspapers scattered all across his desk along with a web browser on his laptop – something he had forgotten to shut down last night - opened to a local forum. Next to the printed headlines of “A NEW SCHOOL YEAR – KODEN EDITION” was his small flip phone. Although it was no iPhone, it was a device that served him well. Without hesitation, he flipped it opened. 

Thus, his day proved to be uneventful. “He said, she said” was the basic premise for most of the gossip filtered through his phone. It was nothing more than skin-deep talk. Idle chatter from fellow students was a part of his daily routine he used primarily to catch up with current events. Sometimes they would call/text him, sometimes he would call/text them. It a nice exchange of information, if not make them seem like tech-savy old ladies. As he sighed within the next hour as the prattling continued, his eyes slowly widened when he saw a familiar name flashed against the screen of his cell.

[color=f6989d]"Ah, sorry, but I got to take this!"[/color] Dai cut into the chatter of an acquaintance from Drama Club. Without waiting for protest, he hung up and quickly accepted the next call.  

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“Hiya! This is Dai singing.”[/color] Came that sing-song voice, purposely making his voice sweeter than usual. [color=f6989d]“Here to sing the blues away--…Well, don’t you sound grumpy. What’s up?”[/color] 

The voice on the other end of the phone line was incoherent squiggles to any outside listeners; Dai smiled to himself as his muscles relaxed against the polyester seat. There was something melodious about voices. Although many might disagree, there was nothing that could be more soothing than listening to someone. 

[color=f6989d]"You should really call more often, sunshine."[/color] 

[h3][b]April 10th / Monday / Sunny[/b][/h3]

Dai bolted awake suddenly, his alarm clock blaring through the speakers. Resisting the urged to swear, he knew it was wishful thinking to continue his summer sleeping habits. He ran his hand through his blond hair, now little more than a tangled and matted mess as he yawned and limped over to the bathroom. Emerging from the showers some time later, he wasted little time in doing his hair as he placed a simple head band to tame some of his more defiant locks. As he caught sight of the time on his clock, he almost dropped his head piece and swore. One coffee and a blueberry muffin later, he grabbed his phone from the table and ran down the hall to his first class of the day. 

Geography – what a strange class to hold a lottery over. He wasn’t sure if it’s lucky or not to get selected since, when the school announced the winners, a majority of the students cheered at the fact they were [i]not [/i]chosen. It made him curious since rumors came up as to why it was done by lottery; although, it came in the form of jokes – mad experimentation, crazy geography teacher, etc. The most realistic one was that the school couldn’t get enough students to enter willingly…

It didn’t matter now. The classroom was in his line of sight. Dai shuffled his way into the lecture room, peering inside to check if the teacher was in. Instead of catching sight of an elderly face, Dai couldn’t help but marvel at the colorful selection of students the lottery had chosen. A few faces rang some bells in his memories – some more than others – with a couple of foreign students and a fresh face (a transfer student? Oh, how rare) tossed into the mix. 

He took deep breaths to calm his pounding heart, dumping his books onto a desk. [color=f6989d]“Hey,”[/color] Dai greeted once he got his heart under control, giving the transfer student and a hardy young lady next to him a wave, as he took the seat in front of them.