WANT TO DIE WITH ME?

Chapter 11 - Tekad Haruka

Cultural festival, it is a kind of annual Festival held as an event to give students a boost of creativity to work and strengthen ties with each other and understand the importance of cooperation.

Well like that, because yesterday the teacher suddenly announced that there will be a cultural festival in the next month. The students started talking about it. And of course I won't get involved with them because I'm just one of those unimportant side characters.

Now inevitably I am still at school after school, where the students are still here. I sat beside Haruka looking bored as if saying 'quickly finish and immediately return me' of course it was just a parable.

"Now listen! The cultural festival will be held one month from now. And we as a first class must win as a creative class in order to get the top prize in this festival, which is 5,000 yen."

"Whoa!"

"Well, for that let's think about it. What we do to make our classes as creative as possible, for those with advice please argue."

Kaito, who is the class president, said it was as if he was standing in front of the blackboard. He holds chalk while writing as if acting as a teacher.

One of the female disciples raised her hand. She's Mia, my childhood friend.

"Yes Mia?"

"What about the haunted house? In addition to creative we can raise funds from it."

"That's an interesting idea, in the meantime I'm going to put it up first." Kaito wrote it on the board. "So, any more advice?"

"What about the cafe maid?"

"What if the boy is a maid?"

"I want to do an exhibition!"

Some of the disciples raised their hands while giving advice. Moreover, the second advice should not be necessary, if the boy becomes a maid it will only cause nausea and disgust to the person who sees it. I can only keep quiet while waiting until the event doesn't mean it's over.

"I've written it, is there anything else?" Kaito asked.

The mood of the class became quiet, until one more person raised his hand. That is ... The haruka?

Both of my eyes opened wide in surprise, was he serious? I could feel that the gazes of many people were pointing at me. No, I mean Haruka.

"Do you have any advice, Haruka?"

Haruka nodded, writing something in her book and showing it to the rest of the class.

" Exhibition of literary works?"

Of course, everyone would be shocked by what Haruka had just written. Artwork is something that for young people is, boring. The chances of receiving such advice were less than 10% but rather than that, I was more curious about what made Haruka submit an exhibition of literary works.

"Well, we'll keep writing it." Answer Kaito and write. "Is there any more?"

No one answered, it seems like today is enough to get here.

"Then it's enough to get here, it's late afternoon. We'll continue tomorrow after school" Kaito said.

That way, all the disciples took their backpacks as well as mine. They immediately flocked out of the classroom to head to their respective homes. Of course, as usual I waited longer to avoid them, but somehow Haruka also followed me.

***

Now that I was walking home together with Haruka, we kept a distance of one meter so that others would not misunderstand when looking at the two of us. The direction of our house both happened to be the same until the front intersection that would separate the paths of the two of us, and now I am stuck in this position.

It was the first time I walked home with a classmate, I was a little happy, not that I was confused whether I was happy or not. During this lifetime I rarely felt what it called 'Happiness' so I began to wonder if God hated me too much.

But well forget that, I was more curious about Haruka who suggested holding a 'Literary exhibition' during the previous class meeting.

"Hey Akira, was my suggestion strange?"

Haruka who was walking in front of me suddenly turned around while showing her writing in the book. It's better to point your gaze forward because you could have hit someone if you walked backwards like that.

"No."

Haruka wrote back to her book. "But why are our classmates looking at me so strangely?"

"I don't know."

I don't want to know and don't want to get involved with the problem, that's what I think. Actually I understand the reason why everyone looks at Haruka strangely. First of all, we are not too close to everyone in the class, but suddenly proposing advice that most students/i High School are not interested in will certainly have a bad impact.

"In addition, why do you propose 'Literary exhibition' doesn't that sound boring?"

"It's not boring!" Haruka replied firmly after a few seconds. I was surprised by the change in his attitude. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you."

"Don't think about it, so what makes you interested in 'literary exhibitions'?"

Haruka took out a book from her bag, it was a novel. A novel that has a night-themed cover with thousands of stars, I remember it vividly, the novel ... It was a novel that appeared in my dreams. The novel that once moved my heart, but suddenly the memory began to blur.

Haruka showed the novel to me with an enthusiastic face. Then, he wrote something on his book.

"I want to make a novel!"

"Novels?"

"Yes, I want to be a hero. Although not direct, I want my writing to be able to save someone. Give them hope, and show them how vast and beautiful the imagination is, bringing light to the darkness that envelops the heart and pulling it out. Akira, I want to be such a Hero!"

"...."

I was silent, I didn't know what to answer. I know exactly what Haruka meant because I myself had experienced it myself, I was saved once by a novel called 'Ai no Koe' and since then I've been interested in the world of novellan.

Now Haruka wants to be someone like that, saving others through her writing. I could see the strong determination in his heart that was burning brightly. Not like my dim one.

"Yes, good luck."

Then, we both split up at the intersection.