It was a rather peaceful morning.
A mechanical ringing echoes down the long corridor.
That sound reveals the bad state of repairs that now afflicts these carpeted halls.
Combined with the morningâ€™s gloom it looks not entirely unlike a haunted house.
â€œâ€¦well, it is basically a haunted house.
This house really is too big for just two people.â€
And at the moment it seems like thereâ€™s just one of them.
The ringing has already repeated itself more than thirty times.
The person on the other end either has a lot of free time, or else already knows what this house is like.
She had a feeling it was the latter.
She hastens her steps to stop the resounding noise of the phone.
All the while holding a premonition that the moment the ringing stopped, her nice morning would vanish like a bubble.
Leaving behind that charming parting remark, the male students scattered like dogs with their tails between their legs.
â€œThat seemed fun, Aoko.â€
â€œOh, you could tell?â€*
Aoko responded with Aliceâ€™s words.
â€œâ€¦what exactly does that meanâ€¦?â€
While inwardly making noises of disapproval, she looked around the classroom.
The figure of that male student was nowhere in sight.
â€œWait, what do you mean by â€˜strongâ€™, Pres?â€
Tobimaru tilts his head in puzzlement and looks at Aoko.
Aoko remains perfectly still, scowling intently at the wall.
Tobimaruâ€™s words donâ€™t seem to register with Aoko.
â€œOoooi, preees. Aokakiiii. â€¦Miss Aoko?
â€¦oi, pay attention to me, Aoko Aozaki!â€
â€œShut up! Stop it with the â€˜aoâ€™ this and â€˜aoâ€™ that!â€
Her shouts reverberate through the student council room.
Louder even than Tobimaruâ€™s fervent speech, her beautiful voice penetrated as far the corridor.
â€œOh, I became the head of the swim club.â€
â€œWha- what did you say!?â€
Aoko yelled without thinking at that unexpected reply.
The courtyard she could see from the window made her think of her home from ten years ago.
If you compare it to then, everything about this garden is shabby and you could even call it a wasteland.
And so why does this garden seem to hold vestiges of the other?
Alice Kunojiâ€™s fairytale echoed in the night.
Those feeling joined together with my body.
Then Aoko holds up her right arm once more.
She reminds me of a machineâ€¦
â€œYouâ€™re in my way!â€
Without any other outlet, she sends all of her anger into her right arm and strikes out.
â€œâ€“Itâ€™s decided. Tour Plan: Star Mineâ€**
*This needs a bit more context to translate properly
**Really not too sure about that furigana, because as is they make no sense; in any case, the kanji read as something like: Magic bullet mode: Projection convergence