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Some weeks later...
April 16th
8:36PM
Another boy asked you out today but you said no. One of your friends by the name Brianna said something about you becoming a boy magnet. It was a joke but you didn't find it funny.
I didn't find it funny either. What infuriates me is the fact those idiots think they know you, that they own you.
Too bad they don't know you as much as I do Beloved.
5:15AM: You wake up.
5:36AM: You do your morning activities.
5:50AM: You look for something to eat which at most days, you find anything.
6:05AM: You are on your way to Mr. Mings' convenience store to buy a store bought bento.
7:05AM: You enter Mr. Mings' store.
7:15AM: You leave Mr. Mings' store with the store bought bento in your bag.
7:35AM: You arrive at school and meet up with your friends.
8:00AM: You help out in club activities. On Wednesdays and Fridays it the Martial Arts Club and Tuesdays and Thursdays its the Cooking Club.
8:31-10:00AM: You head to your first class which is Biology.
10:01-11:00AM: You have your second class which is Chemistry.
11:01-12:00PM: Then its time for Physics class which is your favorite subject.
12:00-1:00PM: You have lunch with your friends.
1:00-2:00PM: Its time for Physical Education
2:00-3:00PM: You have Language Class which you are good at.
3:00-4:00PM: Its time for club activities.
4:00-5:00PM: You head home. Sometimes by taxi.
6:00PM: You are having diner.
6:15PM: You are doing your homework.
6:55PM: You are studying.
9:30PM: You are taking a bath with your favorite shampoo and bathwash.
9:55PM: You are laying out your futon.
10:00PM: You are already asleep.
See, I know all about you.
Even your hobbies which are singing since you frequent the karaoke club with your friends, and cooking since you are in the Cooking Club. I don't consider Martial Arts a hobby since you only learn that to defend yourself.
I know you have other hobbies like reading manga but you never mentioned it to your friends.
Maybe you are afraid of what they might say to you because of your taste in genres?
Don't worry Beloved. I won't judge you.
In addition, you also like watching 'My Phoenix, My Love', a fantasy drama which shows on Tuesdays and Thursdays by 6PM.
I also know several of the students mock you for using a flip phone instead of the latest I-phone.
If I could slit their throats, I would do it in a heart beat because they have no right to laugh at you.
They don't know you are working at a daycare center every Saturdays for a minimum wage so you don't have enough money to buy the latest brand. Most of that money goes straight to buying food like TV dinners, instant ramen and store bought bento which you eat to survive.
At least I do.
As a result, I put a couple of yen into the floorboard in which you hide the rest of your money, which you can find at any time and as far as cooking is concerned, you don't have to worry about learning how to cook since I am an expert in that area.
I admit I had to sharpen my skills because it's been a long time since I entered the kitchen but who cares? I can cook way better than the idiot who teaches you in the cooking club.
There are some intimate things I know about like how you have a crush on one of the characters in your manga, your bra size which is XL, the color of your panties which range from cotton pink to white, the scent of your body wash and shampoo and the fact that most of your clothings is black. You have very few shoes, two pairs of earrings, one pair of hair ribbons, an old hair brush and three different shades of pink lip gloss.
But your home life is a mess. Your Aunt has like seven different boyfriends and all take a liking to your despite the fact they are way out of your league; fat pudgy old men who reek of alcohol.
I wonder why your aunt likes them.
They are just fat old men who smell terrible.
Every night, you put a chair on your bedroom door and when it scrapes the floor, you wake up, gather your futon and hide inside your closet. It wasn't until one of your aunt's boyfriends walked in that I realized why you did that. He looked around the room, saw your futon and laid on it burping.
I nearly threw up!
There is no way I would let you sleep on that after what he did!
And there is no way I would let him live after he did that.
Luckily, you crawled out of the closet in the morning, quickly wrapped up the futon and dumped it in the trash on your way to school. Later after school, you bought a brand new one from a second-hand store.
Gosh! It makes me wonder how much money you spend when they do that!
See?
I know everything about you. At least the basic things.
I wonder what else I'll learn about you.
There is nothing better than looking forward to it!
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