There were a few reasons why Sayaka didn't go out on Friday the 13th. Firstly, she was superstitious, and she was afraid that if she did step on a crack, it would actually break her mother's back. Secondly, nothing good ever seemed to come out of these unlucky days, nor did anything interesting happened. Thirdly, it was raining all the goddamn time on these days, so going outside would be stupid, to say the least. But on this excuse of a day for her to stay indoors, she had to. She had to go out for a choir concert. It's not like she had anything against choir, no, it was her own 'club' in school and all, it was just that...Well, she didn't like singing anymore, to be honest. Not in the choir, anyways. It just seemed boring that they kept singing songs about birds or oceans or god-knows-what in some forsaken note that she most probably couldn't get the hang of. The moment the conductor said they were going to sing something called 'Let It Go', she wanted to vomit and call it a day.
Sadly, Sayaka had to go. She needed to go. Most of all, she wanted to go. She was what she called 'a singing prodigy', and she was sure that someday, somewhere in that distant future, that she would get approached by some manager, and she would then be a star overnight. Of course, such stupid things don't really happen, but for an idiotic individual such as Sayaka, she would of course dream of these things. She wasn't sure what genre she would sing per say, but she was definitely sure that she would have a group of her friends together with her. Ah, the idol dream. Just like that one group--what was it called? Ah, but more important matters, first. First, the choir concert. Second, becoming a singer. Finally, becoming famous.
Of course, Sayaka prepared for the worst. She made sure to pack in her umbrella and her water bottle, and she made sure that she had her phone. And she couldn't forget about a light snack for the trip to school. There, and done! All the important things she needed in her bag. Now, if she could just get a bus there...
Now, this was where everything fell apart. When she was walking to the bus stop,it started to drizzle. From drizzle, it became rain. And from rain, it became a heavy downpour. Sayaka's (notably cheap) umbrella couldn't withstand such an onslaught, and flew out of her hands to some place she didn't know of. She had to walk the rest of the way in the rain, soaking herself completely, and without anybody else offering to walk her to the bus stop. In fact, everybody looked at her with complete disgust as though she was a beggar. Or maybe that was an exaggeration, but whatever the case, still nobody thought to be kind enough to lend her their umbrella, or anything of the sort. That is, until she happened to bump into somebody.
The man was sort of tall, well, taller than her and...oh god, what was wrong with his hair? And that choice of clothing was a big no! Still, the man with the mess of white hair (more like gunk, to her) and the horrible choice of clothing (that shirt with that pants? Unbelievable!) offered to walk Sayaka to her bus stop, and she was grateful for that. Very grateful, indeed. What she didn't imagine was that the moment they got to her bus stop and the man (Komaeda, he said his name was) had left, Sayaka's bus had crashed into the bus stop and almost killed her. Bloody hell, Friday the 13th wasn't supposed to be this dangerous! The kind sir (call him Komaeda, call him by his bloody name, dammit) ran back to check on her and all, and he offered her a ride to her school. She considered the offer for a moment, before saying 'no', because though this 'Komaeda' was kind (and perhaps just a bit attractive), she still wasn't going to fall into the hands of some local kidnapper or rapist. Not that she didn't trust him or anything, but her guard immediately rose up the moment that bus had crashed.
After finding some proper shelter, Sayaka took out her phone to call one of her teachers, and told her teacher about the accident. Instead of offering sympathy and worry (which she assumed would be offered in such a situation), she was greeted with the angry yells of a teacher gone the point of no return, and who had demanded that Sayaka better get to school or he would 'go there and strangle her himself'. At this point, she regretted (only a bit) not accepting that offer, because now she had to walk to school, and if a bus trip to her school took a hour, who knew how bloody long she would take to walk there?
So, after a three hour long walk (with short breaks in-between), Sayaka finally made it to her school, drenched in rainwater, sweat, and who-else-knows-what. She smelled awful and she just wanted to take a warm shower to get the stench out. Her legs were aching with pain, and her stomach hungered for some food (because the goddamn snack she brought with her just wasn't enough). The teacher who had talked to her on the phone earlier decided to berate her for coming two hours late despite the fact that she couldn't use the goddamn bus. "What about the train,then? A taxi? You're completely useless,Maizono!" were the words that rang in her ears during their final practice session. Not a single tear dropped,nor did the choir's pity help, either.
What made this day become much more worse was what the choir had to be wearing and what they had to look like. A black shirt, a turquoise vest, a black skirt which resembled more of a tight miniskirt of all things, long white socks and a pair of Mary-janes. This may not have sounded that bad to somebody else, but to Sayaka, this was a fashion crisis. Not even just a fashion crisis, but a skirt crisis, because who would want to wear such a skirt in school, let alone for a performance? She decided that, indeed, she was royally screwed. This wasn't even the worst part yet.
What Sayaka's hairstyle was supposed to be still makes her cringe to this day--braids. Two braids at the side, making her look like...something. It was just so horrible that even she couldn't name something just as bad. It didn't even match the rest of the choir's appearances, with skirts that were actually an acceptable length, and hair tied into pigtails or ponytails instead of braids. Apparently, such a punishment was needed to teach her a lesson about coming late to school. And apparently, the bloody teacher didn't take a goddamn reasonable excuse. She later found out that the teacher thought she was lying when she said that her bus had crashed at her bus stop,and that it wasn't later until early evening that day when the teacher watched the news, that he realized that she was telling the truth. The skirt she had to wear was to blame on a student who had gone and taken their own skirt home, and without returning it.
After a long and tiring performance, she was free to go. The rain outside had finally stopped, and she was given bread and a small carton of milk. She ate in the cafeteria, then took the bus home. Luckily for her, this bus didn't crash. When she got home, everything seemed fine--she even managed to run into that Komaeda guy again, who lived a few blocks away from her own house, she learnt. It seemed that finally, the curse of this day was lifted, and she was free to rest. She was planning on getting a nice, hot shower the moment she got into the house, and to cook herself a proper meal, next. But no, Friday the 13th still wasn't over yet.
She had forgotten to pack in her keys while she was excitedly daydreaming about her future.
With the little dignity she had left, she trudged to the steps and sat down, took out her phone, and dialed her father's number.
To anybody, Sayaka just looked like a plain, grumpy girl waiting for her parents to come home.
But really, it was much worse than it looked.