Summer Class Day
Summer break has arrived. However, I have to go to school every day for extra classes which are called ‘summer classes’, I am forced to participate in them.
After the class ends, we discuss about what will we do at the school fall festival. It’s a rule that second graders are supposed to use the stage in the gymnasium to perform a play or something. This class seems to also participate in it. The class committee will actively express his or her opinion and it will be decided among them. The division of roles would be decided after the second semester anyway. I waited patiently for the discussion to end, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
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Three days later, finally it was decided that our class will perform the ‘Snow White’ drama. It’s decided by the most vote.
Accordingly, each student is asked to read at least one Snow White book during the summer break.
“I don’t have any picture books at home, so I’ll have to go to the library.”
“Please look forward reading it.”
I had thought about it from the beginning of our conversation.
“I wonder if I could just borrow it as a class book.”
“Class book? I haven’t heard about it in a while. Does our high school have that system?”
As I said before, I have never used it or seen anyone use it before.
“I’ll ask the librarian next time.”
“If you can borrow it, you should tell the class about it.”
That’s true indeed, if they don’t know about it they definitely won’t read it. In order for they to read it, I need to tell them that the book exists.
“…are you giving up?”
“If the majority of people don’t know what it’s about, I’m sure the script writers will figure something out.”
“That’s right.”
But still, Snow White huh? The first thing that comes to mind hearing it is a poisoned apple and the queen looking into a mirror asking about the most beautiful person in the world.
“It’s a story about a necrophilia prince.”
“Don’t give me that perception.”
It may not be wrong, but it’s not a good way of explaining it.
“Could the Necrophilia prince have fallen in love if the Snow-White princess is well and alive?”
“I mean she is called Snow White because her face was as pale as a snow, right?”
“Like me?”
She suddenly showed up from beside me and steps out right in front of me. Black eyes, long black hair, white skin. Looking at her again, the name ‘Snow White’ certainly suits her.
“Maybe.”
I’m imagining her dressed up like a princess and put a squirrel on her shoulders and arms, the animals will eventually fall to the ground.
“You’re going to kill every forest animal you touch.”
She laughed at my words, without any denial she sits beside me.
“I’m looking forward to the cultural festival.”
“Well, I’m not looking forward to it too much.”