Faded Memories

Have We Met Before?

I'm Yui Tamura.
I've always felt like I had a connection to the 44th U.S president, but I don't know why.

It feels like we've met before, like we were friends.

"Tamura.. stop kidding yourself. Why would you ever meet the president of another country?" I muttered to myself as I run my fingers through my fluffy hair.

I sit on the edge of my bed and look at the peculiar device Shikatani gave me.
I sigh as I gently fall into the soft bedsheets behind me.

This device.. is quite interesting.
It's a Barack Obama merchandise item, but I don't remember any of the club members nor me buying it.

I slowly blink my eyes as I feel myself getting more and more sleepier.

"Oh well, I shouldn't worry too much about this" I say to myself before falling into a slumber, still holding the small translator device in my hand.

Zzzz...

"Ah.. why is it so bright?" I exclaim while squinting my eyes from the excessive light.
I try to open my eyes to see the cause of said light.

I see white, just pure white everywhere.
What's happening?
I try to walk while putting my hand above my eyes, trying to shield them from the brightness.

As I walk, I see someone in the distance. It's no other than Barack Obama himself.

Obama..? Shit, this is getting weird. Why is he in my life so much?

My steps abruptly stop as I try to go back to where I came from.

"Hold it." a mellow voice says to me.
I turn my head around slowly, getting scared about this strange situation.

Our eyes meet as he walks closer to me, his steps echoing across the white void.
"You are.. the U.S president?" I say softly while rubbing my eyes out of confusion.

"Indeed. I have something to tell you." Obama says while smiling and reaching out his hand to me.

I grab his hand to get closer to him, feeling myself getting more anxious.

Am I getting prophetic dreams now?
No, I'm just a normal student at a MoriMori Academy; maybe all of..this.. means nothing.

"Well, it's-" he says before getting cut off suddenly, and the white nothingness starts fading away.

I wake up, startled from what I just experienced.
What was he about to say..?
I scratch my head out of frustration.

"C'mon, Tamura. Try to remember if you've ever met Barack Obama before." I mutter while massaging my temples.

I close my eyes and think of anything that could be related to me meeting the president of the United States.

Suddenly, an image flashes in my mind.
I see Obama, sitting next to me on a bench. We seem to be at school together, at the field.

Obama is grabbing something out of his bag.. and everything goes black.

I open my eyes in shock, confused about what my mind just witnessed.
Was that a real memory? No way, why would Obama come to my school..

..I'll ask the principle tomorrow!