Translation
Fanfic: Angst um Liebe
Chapter: Chapter 5
"Heiji, please on the board. ... Heiji ..."
All eyes were on me, but I looked dreamily out the window and no longer saw the world around me. My teacher came up to me and yelled in my ear: "Heiji, when you are done sleeping, you can go to the blackboard."
I hesitantly turned my head to face him and saw an angry face of an English teacher that seemed to be bursting with blush. I got up slowly and strolled to the blackboard, where I took a piece of white chalk and was about to start writing, but I paused. I looked questioningly at my English teacher.
"What should I write?"
The class started giggling, but the teacher's face turned from bright red to dark purple until he screamed:
"Get out the door!"
Now I stood in the hallway in front of room 4 and watched the birds on the large oak tree in our school yard, which I could see well through the opposite window. 2 weeks have passed since the accident and Kazuha's condition hadn't changed at all.I couldn't sleep through the night, which is why I couldn't concentrate so well at school. At least that's what I told the director. In truth, the reason is kazuha. A week ago I was kicked out of class because I didn't take everything seriously. And it was math. During kendo lessons I had only shown myself twice so far, although I actually have kendo 4 times a week. My Kendo teacher had already called my home and then there was a big argument with my mother. After a while I was able to explain it to her, so that she could understand my behavior. She hadn't told my father about anything. She said that he already had enough problems in the presidium. Oh yes, the presidium. That reminded me of the detective life. That was the only thing that could cheer me up a little. But only until the police showed up. Because most of the time Mr. Tomaya was with me, who always looks at me with one look, as if his whole life was taken away in one fell swoop.I would always turn in a different direction and do my duty.
2 weeks full of agony, pain, fear and uncertainty and then the teachers sniffed at me, I should try harder even though I had achieved an excellent performance in recent years. But that didn't count for these philistines.
The school bell rang and my classmates came from room 4. I leaned against the wall with my cap pulled over my face and waited until everyone had left the room to get my bag. The only one left in the room was the English teacher, who was comfortably packing his briefcase full of school books. When I had finished packing my satchel, I quickly said "goodbye" to my teacher to be able to leave quickly, but he called me back. I turned my head back slightly to look into his face.
"Please come back a little."
What is it now again? Didn't I have to put up with enough shouting from him?"Ok Heiji. I know your current situation and I wanted to apologize."
When I heard these words, I almost passed out in amazement. A teacher apologizes to a student? Is there anything like that?
"I know it's hard when a boyfriend or, in your case, a girlfriend is in the hospital and you don't know whether she's going to live or die. I don't want you to pretend you're not and happy either school is running. But you can't just let me down like ... "
"Now listen to it! How do you know what it is like. I don't think you have ever been in such a situation as me. I saw Kazuha being hit and tried to keep you awake . You can't imagine what it's like to be the culprit. "
I stopped because I had to wipe my tears from my eyes. All the memories came back to me that I had tried to suppress in the past two weeks.And now a complete idiot came along and said he knew how I was doing.
"I ... don't get in touch that often anymore, but I still get the lessons, otherwise I wouldn't have had a 2+ in the last English test, right? I'm not stupid. And ... never try to get into to interfere with my life. I already know what I'm doing, even if they don't like it. "
I ran quickly out of the classroom and slammed the door as loudly as I could. Then I went straight to the exit and ran into the city center. I wanted to go somewhere else, just not home.
All eyes were on me, but I looked dreamily out the window and no longer saw the world around me. My teacher came up to me and yelled in my ear: "Heiji, when you are done sleeping, you can go to the blackboard."
I hesitantly turned my head to face him and saw an angry face of an English teacher that seemed to be bursting with blush. I got up slowly and strolled to the blackboard, where I took a piece of white chalk and was about to start writing, but I paused. I looked questioningly at my English teacher.
"What should I write?"
The class started giggling, but the teacher's face turned from bright red to dark purple until he screamed:
"Get out the door!"
Now I stood in the hallway in front of room 4 and watched the birds on the large oak tree in our school yard, which I could see well through the opposite window. 2 weeks have passed since the accident and Kazuha's condition hadn't changed at all.I couldn't sleep through the night, which is why I couldn't concentrate so well at school. At least that's what I told the director. In truth, the reason is kazuha. A week ago I was kicked out of class because I didn't take everything seriously. And it was math. During kendo lessons I had only shown myself twice so far, although I actually have kendo 4 times a week. My Kendo teacher had already called my home and then there was a big argument with my mother. After a while I was able to explain it to her, so that she could understand my behavior. She hadn't told my father about anything. She said that he already had enough problems in the presidium. Oh yes, the presidium. That reminded me of the detective life. That was the only thing that could cheer me up a little. But only until the police showed up. Because most of the time Mr. Tomaya was with me, who always looks at me with one look, as if his whole life was taken away in one fell swoop.I would always turn in a different direction and do my duty.
2 weeks full of agony, pain, fear and uncertainty and then the teachers sniffed at me, I should try harder even though I had achieved an excellent performance in recent years. But that didn't count for these philistines.
The school bell rang and my classmates came from room 4. I leaned against the wall with my cap pulled over my face and waited until everyone had left the room to get my bag. The only one left in the room was the English teacher, who was comfortably packing his briefcase full of school books. When I had finished packing my satchel, I quickly said "goodbye" to my teacher to be able to leave quickly, but he called me back. I turned my head back slightly to look into his face.
"Please come back a little."
What is it now again? Didn't I have to put up with enough shouting from him?"Ok Heiji. I know your current situation and I wanted to apologize."
When I heard these words, I almost passed out in amazement. A teacher apologizes to a student? Is there anything like that?
"I know it's hard when a boyfriend or, in your case, a girlfriend is in the hospital and you don't know whether she's going to live or die. I don't want you to pretend you're not and happy either school is running. But you can't just let me down like ... "
"Now listen to it! How do you know what it is like. I don't think you have ever been in such a situation as me. I saw Kazuha being hit and tried to keep you awake . You can't imagine what it's like to be the culprit. "
I stopped because I had to wipe my tears from my eyes. All the memories came back to me that I had tried to suppress in the past two weeks.And now a complete idiot came along and said he knew how I was doing.
"I ... don't get in touch that often anymore, but I still get the lessons, otherwise I wouldn't have had a 2+ in the last English test, right? I'm not stupid. And ... never try to get into to interfere with my life. I already know what I'm doing, even if they don't like it. "
I ran quickly out of the classroom and slammed the door as loudly as I could. Then I went straight to the exit and ran into the city center. I wanted to go somewhere else, just not home.