The uniform from a school I don’t recognize

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I go to Royal High. It’s a pretty well renowned high school in the city. Enough to give you some extra clout just for wearing its uniform. I woudn’t say I am very smart (since I literally had to drop a grade to get it) but I woudn’t call myself stupid.
I wonder why I am thinking about this today though. It would seem, after the initial rush, the regret of it is finally coming in. Not for choosing this high school but for where I live.

My hometown is two cities away from here. It only takes half a day by train to get there so it isn’t technically far away. But I kind of forced myself to take up an apartment here. It’s a very small room of 180 square feet. A bit bigger than your average dorm. A distant relative was kind enough to set me up here. It’s a 30 min ride to my school so fairly convenient. However “living alone” for all its aroma feels kind of shit two months in.

As I wait for the train today, the thought of the small bathtub that I need to clean today fills me with dread. I already feel tired. I stand in the small shade to hide from the rough sunlight. The train comes in with its usual rough noise. The screeching of the rail line reverbs the whole station. It kind of scares me.

I am a pretty tidy person, not a big fan of change. I always make sure to sit in the same spot every day. And I usually can. The people on the train don't change. Their sit changes, maybe there is one or two more passengers are here and there but I recognize all of them.

In particular, the girls who always sit right opposite of me. Both of them are obviously friends. I don’t know which school they are from though. The uniform is so plain you woudn’t really give it another look.

But I looked at it a lot. The girl who always sits on the left, I really like her. She has short deep black hair. Bright face with a thin pair of hands. And a small beauty mark on the left side of her lips.

Honestly speaking she seems like a delinquent. But the constant laughter she has with her friend during the whole time I am on the train really attracts me. Sometimes our eyes would meet and I would play it off as a coincidence. One day I could swear I saw a smirk but I can’t be sure. In any case, she really is a sight for my sore eyes.

I wondered which stop she takes? Which grade she is anyway? At least which school does that damn uniform comes from.
You know, I thought about it, I live in a new city, a new school and a new place where I live all alone. And a girl I fancy rides on the same train as I every day.
You would've guessed it's a perfect setting for my cheesy high school romantic comedy.

But it’s been three months since I have noticed her and there has been no progress! WHAT KIND OF SHITTY ROMANCE PLOT IS THIS!

I swear it's been three months and there has been no incident. How do I even approach her? She always sits with that friend of hers so I can’t even just mistakingly sit beside her one day. One day I would wish there is no place for me to sit so I would have to sit beside her but it's always the same people and it's always pretty free. Is it so wrong for me to wish for a miracle? Hell is it wrong for me to expect her to approach me?! The kind old lady looks me highly because of my god damn uniform. She even gives me fruit sometimes. Her husband runs a fruit shop in town. She’s my usual partner in this everyday train ride.

As I walked in the train I realized, maybe I slept on the right side today. Her friend is not here. She’s sitting there alone, tapping her phone. I will not waste this chance, without hesitation, I sat in the same sit as her, albeit far though. I’m sorry kind lady, for this once let me have this!

I felt weird in my tummy sitting on this side of the train after all this time. Almost enough to make me sick. I have to say something to her before my stop comes. Something, just enough to give us the opportunity to greet each other.
I calmed my self. Now that I think about it, since everyone is about the same for the last three months. We already have a sort of familiarity. We don’t need a hello! right?

I can’t tell if I’m thinking straight. But it’s now or never, besides. I think I recognize something.

“You're from West Sophistica High right?” I asked as casually as possible.
She seemed a bit startled. Then she curled up a smile, damn it, I feel like I have been caught.

“That’s weird. I never thought someone from Royal high would recognize this uniform” she replied, with a mischievous tone

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