As the sixth period was coming to an end…
“Ah, I wish it would end soon.”
Finally, it was the last period of the day. I always feel resentful of Tuesday and Friday classes. Today is her day off from work, and she’s two years older than me. Tuesday and Friday are the only days I can meet her in the daytime, but here I am, stuck listening to boring lessons.
I really want to ditch class, leave early on my own, and spend time with her, but I’ve skipped too many classes in the first half of the semester, so now I can’t even afford to leave early.
Though I’m listening to the lesson, my mind drifts outside the window. I’m watching the street visible from the window. Around the middle of the class, she parks her bike where I can see it from the classroom window.
A Yamaha bike, white with red stripes, a 2-stroke engine. She picks me up with that bike every Tuesday and Friday. Standing beside her white and red bike, she looks towards the classroom window. I wave lightly at her, and she waves back.
There are still 20 minutes left of class. I’m really fed up with my own foolishness for not having enough attendance. I’ll just have to behave, listen to the lesson, and try to win over the teacher by being a model student. While keeping an eye on the teacher, I sneak in another wave at her. Oops, the teacher caught me glaring. That was close. I need to be careful. I turn my attention back to the blackboard.
…Where should we go today?
…The weather’s nice, so maybe we can just sit and stare at the sea at Enoshima.
…But that’s the same as usual.
While thinking about that, the bell signaling the end of the class rings. I shove my textbooks and notebooks into my desk, grab my bag with just an empty lunch box inside, throw a jacket over my school uniform, and dash out of the classroom. I quickly switch from my indoor slippers to sneakers and rush out of the school.
“Sorry to keep you waiting!”
She smiles back at me as I raise my hand. If the teacher catches us, I’ll have to write another report about how bikes are forbidden again. I hurriedly put on my helmet and fasten the velcro on my gloves. With her sitting behind me, I start up her bike.
At the first traffic light, I ask her,
“Where should we go today?”
“The weather’s nice, so how about we go to the breakwater at Enoshima?”
On top of the Enoshima breakwater, we gaze at the blue sea and sky. The waves glisten as they reflect the sunlight. Her smile next to me was also sparkling…
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