I had started my day with a sigh before walking toward school, when I heard someone shouting from behind me.
Startled, I turned around and saw Tama hurtling at me with the speed of a cannonball.
âWaah-â
I unconsciously took a quick jump a few steps to the side and evaded her, but Tama couldnât stop herself from going forwards and smacking right into a telephone pole.
A painful sounding thud rang through the air.
âA-Are you okay?â
I called out to her, getting a bit worried, but she stood right back up and gave me a peace sign.
âYup. Tama is okay.â
Did she just feel no pain? I guess itâs true what they say about idiotsâŠ
While I was thinking those rude thoughts, Tama gripped me by the hand.
âHey hey Nozomi-chan, letâs go to school together.â
She sounded strangely earnest when she offered that, so I cocked my head to the side.
âItâs fine, butâŠâ
The path we took to school was the same, so weâd already gone to school together a few times.
âWhy?â
It wasnât like I was friends with Tama-chan or anything.
If I said that to her though, sheâd probably start crying, so I kept that line inside my head.
âWell, Nozomi-chan⊠it was Tamaâs fault⊠also, nobody else at school notices that Tama is strange. So Nozomi-chan is the only one at school Tama can be real friends with, like Mamarin and Kagami-nee⊠okay?â
As usual, I had no idea what she was talking about.
âAlso, if Tama is here, then Tama can protect Nozomi-chan.â
She was giving off a bright smile, and I honestly had no idea why.
âSo you better not come any closer! If you bully Nozomi-chan, Tama will take care of you!â
Tama-chan screamed at her surroundings for some reason. I couldnât understand this either, but I could tell that she wasnât doing it out of any ill will.
My peaceful, quiet days continued for a few days after that.
Your father is coming back.
Cram school had started again, and on the way back home one day, I received that depressing message.
Heâll be staying for a week starting tonight. So make sure youâre a good girl.
Right, right.
If I wasnât a good girl, mom would be embarrassed.
She wanted to go and show that dirty creature I called âdadâ that she had raised me right, and then she was going to cling all over him and fish for compliments.
(I really donât want to go backâŠ)
Sometimes I wished I never had a cell phone.
There were still quite a few people in our class who werenât allowed by their parents to have a cell phone yet, but this thing honestly isnât interesting at all.
All it did was allow your parents to keep constant watch over you and to mail you whenever anything happened.
Each one of those mails ended up throwing my life for a loop.
(I donât want to see dad, and I donât want to see mom. I donât want to keep pretending to be a good girl, to keep pretending to smile when I donât feel like it⊠Iâm just tired. Itâd be better to just lie down and die. I donât want to go homeâŠ)
But if I got home late, Iâd just be scolded.
As an act of protest though, I ended up taking a roundabout way home, and I eventually found myself hobbling along the road under the light of the street lamps after the sun had already set.
I soon came upon one of the many streams that ran through Ame-no-Nuboko City.
There was a gentle rivulet of water flowing a short distance from the paved road, almost as if it had been separated from civilization.
The air was thick with the smell of earth. I never really walked toward this stream, but today I found Tama-chan there.
She was plopped down onto the bare earth, looking as beautiful as a goddess underneath the moonlight.
It was unusual for this season, but there were also a bunch of frogs bouncing around her, croaking.
Tama-chan had a huge smile on her face. She looked like she was having lots of fun with a frog on her head and in her open palm.
Hey, Tama-chan.
Youâre not only an idiot, but a bad girl who sneaks out at night to play like this.
But⊠you seem like you have so much fun every day, youâre liked by everyone, and⊠thatâs just a bit unfair.
How can you be this happy?
âAh, itâs Nozomi-chan.â
Tama-chan seemed to have noticed me, and beckoned to me like this was the most natural thing in the world.
But I got frightened, and not wanting to become conscious of my own jealousy, I ran away.
It was nighttime of the same day.
Luckily, my dad didnât end up coming home until quite late.
He was, after all, an undisciplined man who had a hard time keeping promises.
My mom shouldâve known that from the beginning, but of course despite that she was in a pretty bad mood now.
She was sitting in front of the dinner table with a splendid feast laid out in front of her, but she was just watching TV while grumbling about something or other. I really didnât want to get close to her, so I shut myself in my room.
I laid out all my cram school homework and began dealing with them one by one, feeling myself wearing down.
(Itâd be better if dad just didnât come home.)
If I really had some kind of power that nobody else had⊠then itâd be nice if my wish could be granted.
My mom and dad were twenty years apart in age.
My mom was the older one, and originally she was my dadâs boss at a company. After a huge love affair, she ended up getting married and quitting her job.
My dad filled the role that my mom had left open at the company and worked hard, but he was less skilled and had less experience compared to my mom, so he failed quite a lot.
He was always compared with my mom at work, and my mom also knew that he was doing a bad job. So, sometimes she ended up scolding him for it.
Their relationship grew more and more tense, and eventually, my dad stopped coming home very often.
And my mom⊠well, she began to get quite suspicious.
When they couldnât see each otherâs faces much anymore, she felt distrust start to well up within her.
Each time my dad came home, my mom would lay out all the alleged evidence that he had been cheating on her, saying that she couldnât help being worried about it. She would raise a ruckus about it, acting like a child.
Then, she would act all arrogant, telling him he would never find anybody on earth better than her. She would also force me to join in on her little act. The atmosphere was truly stifling, and my dad began to distance himself more and more from home.
(Theyâre so ridiculousâŠ)
My dad seemed to have finally come home. I heard voices echo up from below.
There was my momâs shrill voice, spouting out some strange, incoherent things that I honestly didnât understand.
And there was my dadâs resigned mumbling in response.
I covered my ears.
Shut up, shut upâŠ!
âNozomi, Nozomi! Youâre dadâs home! Come show your face downstairs!â
There was a pounding at my door.
I didnât want to hear my momâs happy voice anymore.
I didnât want to be paraded in front of my dad so I could put on the good girl act that had been engraved into me with blood and tears.
I honestly knew what was going on.
I could see things that other people couldnât because I always looked away from what was happening in reality around me.
I didnât want to see this ugly, dull reality.
When I averted my gaze from everyone around me, I instead ended up seeing things squirming about that didnât belong to this world.
It was an escape from reality.
I could see ghosts. That was my one secret, my one trait that differentiated me from everyone else. It was my only reminder of who I really was, of what I was really like.
It was the one line I could draw myself on this painting of me that was otherwise crafted to be a perfect representation of a âgood girl.â
I knew this wasnât a good thing.
But, if I didnât draw that line, then I would cease to be myself.
The I that I knew would vanish.
Instead, I would just become like wet clay, allowing my mom to mold me into whatever false shape she wanted.
And to me, death was a better fate than that.
â
âNozomi-chan.â
â
Suddenly, I realized something.
My window was open.
I saw the full moon floating in the sky above.
I saw the curtains waving in the breeze.
A silent chill crept into my room raising goosebumps all over my skin.
And there, right on my windowsill under the moonlight, sat Tama-chan in her inhuman beauty.
I had many questions immediately float up in my head. How had she gotten up here? What was she doing here?
âNozomi-chan, do you want to go far away?â
When Tama-chan looked serious, she was surprisingly beautiful.
âTama is a god, although sheâs not very powerful yet, but someday she will be⊠so if you wish for it, Tama will know. Nozomi-chan is a friend, so Tama wants to help Nozomi-chan. Is that⊠not good? Does Nozomi-chan not want to be Tamaâs friend?â
My strange classmate mumbled out those words, almost sounding like she was talking to herself.
âLetâs go in a big adventure. Tama will take you to a place so far away that none of the adults can go there. Tama will grant Nozomi-chanâs wish.â\n