I woke up. I do not know the time or where I am. I try to recall previous events and remember my current situation. I slowly stand up.

I look over to see the girl still sleeping peacefully. I smile. I move closer to the girl. I know nothing about this girl. I am not sure of her age. I am not sure of her height or body figure because I could not see what kind of shoes she wore beneath her robes. I could not accurately estimate her age because I could not determine anyone's age. Even my own. I think that the girl is young and believe she is younger than the person called Miss Collins at least. I cannot tell any more than that though.

I wonder if I should wake the girl. Did she wake up at some point while I was asleep? How much time has passed since I was last awake? I do not know why but I wish to ask these questions. For some reason, I do not shake the girl awake.

I silently observe her and engrave the image of her face into my memory. She is an exotic beauty. Even though she is covered and wearing robes beneath that, I cannot help but feel that there is no more beautiful person in the entire world. I cannot even shake myself away. I continue to gaze intently at the girl. She has long eyelashes. I wonder what color her eyes are. I feel like I saw them at some point but I cannot remember. Ah. I stop observing and quickly backpedal.

The reason, of course, is because the girl woke up. She did not notice me though. I wonder if I even am here? Maybe I am a ghost, and am dead. No wait I was able to touch things yesterday, and she spoke to me, albeit it was only to give me commands. She did not say anything to me now though and seemed not to notice my presence at all.

Finally, after standing up, she looked at me. I could see her eye color now was green, but her hair stayed hidden behind the hood of the robe, and I could not make it out properly because it appeared darker than it actually should be. The girl yawned.

So cute! She covered her mouth with her hand even though she was yawning deeply. It was so sweet the way she did it though! I continued to admire the girl.

She looked at me for real now. Busted. I was caught staring. Well, it is not like I am lustful I just appreciated a natural beauty you know? I hope she does not scream and call me a pervert.

"I forgot about you."

That was the first thing she said to me. She forgot me!? I almost yelled it out but managed to keep my face straight. Good grief. Hopefully, this is the start of a real conversation with this girl though.

Sadly, it was not to be. The girl walked to the bathroom and ignored me. I feel like crying. Well, I guess a lady needs to do her business. Maybe she will talk to me when she finishes. I wait patiently for the girl to return.

After a few minutes, the girl comes out. I sigh. I had heard the water running and knew she had taken a bath. Sadly, she did not come out wrapped in only a towel. She was still in her dark robes. The room is cold so she would probably catch a chill if she did not wear them. Still, as a man, I am disappointed.

I am not a pervert. I continue to repeat this in my head until I am convinced.

I watched the girl silently, and she stared back at me.

Yes. Give me the rundown. Tell me what my situation is! No, do not walk out the door!

I quickly follow the girl who briskly walks out of the dorm and goes towards a building next door. The building is smaller than the pink dorm but is still quite significant. The most important thing though is that it is a gray and not pink building. We enter it quietly. The girl does not seem to mind me tagging along, so we continue about her business.

The girl walks over to the counter inside the building while I look around the room. It is not a big room, so I do not travel away from the girl's side. The girl greets another girl who is behind the counter and talks to her for a moment. I listen in like usual.

"I am here to pick up the school robes please."

"What is your size and may I see your school ID card."

"Yes, size medium."

The girl hands over a small card that she fished from one of her robe pockets.

"Thanks for waiting."

The girl is handed a set of white and blue robes and proceeds to walk off. Hey, wait for me!

Why do I feel like I am nothing but a quite observer in all this?

The girl turns to me. Oh, she is going to say something! My eager anticipation is once again let down.

"Hold these for me."

The robes got handed to me, and we continue on our way. Honestly, girl what gives am I a servant? Well it is not particularly, and I do not mind, but she could be a little nicer. The way she speaks is brisk and impolite. Maybe she does not like me? I wonder if I should ask? Although if I do might I incur her wrath? Well, I am not afraid of a young girl that is smaller than I am but I do not want her to dislike me. Still, I can't help but want to have a closer relationship than this. Why can't we be friends? I do not enjoy the prospect of being dragged around for the rest of my life. Should I just walk off and go somewhere else? There is no real reason I am with this girl of obeying her is there?

Well, I do not have anywhere to go. I get the feeling I will not be better off if I just up and leave the girl anyways. Despite her beauty, I get the feeling she is the kind of person who does not care for her health. She may have gotten up to bathe this morning, but that is just general hygiene... It was at this point I realized a blunder. I did not get sweaty while walking that long distance the other day but I should still take a shower. Some more knowledge pops into my head. I am probably not capable of smelling my odor, so I had neglected to take a bath. I groan inwardly. The girl is walking a striking distance in front of me. She must not like the way I smell. I should take a bath tonight. Am I allowed? Can I use it without permission? Should I ask for permission?

I am at a loss as I silently walk behind the young girl. I think I should say something to her. I should say something. Anything. Apologize? I do not know. I continue to follow the girl silently.

I have so many questions but how should I ask them? I stare intently at the girl.

As if noticing my gaze from behind she turns around. I wait for her to say something. She turns around and continues walking. I almost explode. Is this some neglect play! Acknowledge me already! I feel like crying.