Haruhi Fujioka Shrine

I Survived

February 23rd, 2007 at 11:53 pm

Another Valentine’s Day has passed. To be honest, I was relieved that the holiday was over. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I appreciate the thought and everything, but 20 lbs. of chocolate is just too much.

It seemed like everywhere I turn, there would be someone scurrying toward me; thrusting a tiny (or enormous) box of chocolates into my arms. Before I could even say “Thank you.”, whoever gave me the package would run the opposite direction; giggling madly while doing so.

My load of chocolate became bigger and bigger with each passing hour of the day. I didn’t have the foresight to bring a huge paper bag with me in case this sort of thing happened.

In a strange way, I was awed by the fact that a lot of people admire me so much. But astonishment slowly turned into trepidation when I was being “attacked” in the halls by hordes of adolescent women.

“Fujioka! You lucky dog! I wished girls would just flock to me like that,” one of my male classmates said when he passed the ruckus that was escalating. I found myself thinking ‘Flock’? If these were girls ‘flocking’, I’d hate to see what a stampede looks like.

All I wanted to do after class was to go home, study, and figure out what I was going to do with all of the chocolate (Maybe Honey-senpai would want to some?) but I never got the chance to execute whatever plan I got because it happened again.

That’s right.

Those two whisked me away into a certain someone’s limo. Huh, deja vu. It was on the drive itself that they told me “we” were a having a party at my house. And my father agreed!

Oy vey.

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