It's been 3 days since I woke up in the body of my high school self and these are the things I have learned about my situation:
- Everyone seems to have forgotten the scene I made, as if this world is willing to give me a second chance for building a better first impression. This is great honestly, because I was starting to get worried by the end of that day that I would be sent to an insane asylum or something.
- I really am the only one from the future I know, but the early signs of judgement day that should have already happened by now, haven't happened in this timeline, but I'm not ready to be relieved yet until I know for certain The Beast also doesn't exist anymore.
- Having not seen a girl in years, but also having the mind of a grown ass man, I find myself being apologetically shy by the high school girls when they confront me, but at least my sense isn't apologetic for feeling that way towards the female teachers.
- All the people I had to see die have returned, but I've grown jaded to the idea of continuing our relationships as if everything I went through didn't happen, though I'm thinking about giving it an attempt maybe starting next week when I've had enough of a break to adjust.
- Celebrities don't seem to be a talking point unlike how I remember the world being around this time, but there are local celebrities like popular kids in the school. I had the idea last night that I could start a 'second Hollywood' one day if I really do have a future in this restart, but I wonder where that desire to get attention even comes from. Has that always been me?
- I can't do nothing all day. Even though I find it silly to go back to high school everyday, my parents won't take no for an answer. So, I've decided to distract myself from my confusion and being lost due to not having a place to return to, by returning back to high school instead and make an attempt to concentrate in class for practice's sake and finding my footing existentially. I do feel like I'm neglecting something crucial though, so I don't end up doing any of my class work and just there in my chair pondering for the full 6 hours each day.
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Today is sports day, which is a change of pace from sitting down and doing nothing, and I really need a break from doing nothing but thinking.
It's strange how familair the routine is even though how many years have passed since I last even thought about this phase of my life.
I've decided as usual since waking up here to sit alone, as I now wait for the announcement of this term's sporting clubs to be announced for each of the year groups in attendants.
"Second Year classes, you will be given the chance to select from the following activities; Basketball, volleyball, hockey, and gymnastics."
"Yes! We got the good pick this term!", I hear a girl with her friend group celebrate sitting in front of me.
I'm kind of excited about doing gymnastics, it's something I always never picked since I thought it was a girls sports growing up the first time around, but now that I think about it it's more special of a sport like swimming or parkour is.
We are told which buildings on the campus each club is assigned to, and we all stand up and walking to our separate choices.
I make my way to the main hall for the gymnastics class, and suddenly I realise why I had that assumption growing up that it was a girl's sport, because I was pretty much the only boy there, apart from one of the nerds who never fit in with the other boys.
"Okay everyone, get into pairs."
WTF, already? I don't even know anyone, and all the girls are staring daggers at me for choosing to be here. I'm not a pervert I swear! I'm definately not a pedo either, I'm over 30 years old ffs. I don't know why I'm freaking out seriously.
You know what, screw this, I'm going to hit on the teacher.
"H-", my voice almost cracked.